Vincent stood frozen in fascination at the sight of the bookstore. He wasn’t sure what he thought he might find behind the set of doors but certainly not this. As he stood there he eagerly began to take in the sights of the shelves crammed with the old leather-bound books. The smell of the old leather and the aging books was almost intoxicating.<br/><br/>After a short while Vincent began to slowly move deeper into the shop, intrigued by the light jingling sound that seemed to emanate from somewhere deeper in the store. He took his time as he moved through the shop, scanning the old books lined the shelves and occasionally reaching out to run his index finger down the spine of an old book, enjoying the feeling of the aged leather beneath his fingers. “This place is amazing,” He mutters under his breath.<br/>