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What You Seek, Seeks You

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In the heart of a bustling city, there was an old, rundown bookstore called Turn of the Page. It was wedged between a bakery and a tailor shop, easy to miss unless you were looking for it. The owner, a reserved man named Elias, kept to himself, quietly tending to his books and letting the world rush by outside.

One rainy afternoon, a woman entered the store. She was young, with wild hair and a soaked coat, and she looked around with wide, curious eyes. Elias watched her from behind his counter, wondering what had brought her in. She didn't look like the usual sort who would stumble into Turn of the Page. Most of his customers were regulars, older folks who knew what they wanted. But this woman seemed lost, as though she'd wandered in by accident.

"Can I help you with something?" Elias asked, his voice a little raspy from years of disuse.

The woman blinked, as if surprised to see him, then smiled. "I'm looking for a book," she said, glancing around. "A very specific one."

Elias nodded, not entirely surprised. Many people came into his store looking for specific books, though the titles usually had faded from print long ago. "Do you know the title?" he asked.

She hesitated, biting her lip. "Actually, I'm not sure of the title. I only know that it has a green cover, and it's said to tell you things you didn't know you needed to hear."

Elias felt a prickle of curiosity. He knew his inventory well—he'd spent years curating it, and though many of his books were rare, he had never heard of a book that claimed to tell you things you needed to know.

"A green book," he murmured, standing and walking to the back of the store. He sifted through the shelves, pulling down anything that matched her description. As he browsed, he noticed a book he'd never seen before wedged between two volumes on gardening and ancient poetry. Its cover was deep green, with gold lettering that spelled out: What You Seek, Seeks You.

Elias frowned. He couldn't remember ordering this book. He picked it up, its weight strangely comforting in his hands, and brought it over to the woman.

"Does this look familiar?" he asked, handing it to her.

Her eyes lit up, and she took the book, running her fingers over its cover. "Yes, this is it," she whispered, almost to herself.

Without another word, she paid for the book and left, clutching it tightly. Elias watched her go, feeling a strange sense of loss, as though he had given away something precious. He tried to brush it off, but the book lingered in his mind for the rest of the day.

The following morning, he found another customer in the store—a man with a troubled expression and a tired look in his eyes. Elias asked if he needed any help, and the man sighed, saying he was looking for a book that might offer him peace. Elias found himself walking to the back of the store again, his heart pounding as he scanned the shelves. And there, in the same place, was the green book: What You Seek, Seeks You.

Elias brought it to the man, who took it with a grateful smile and a quiet, "Thank you."

After that day, more people began to come into the store, each looking for something different—a bit of guidance, a glimpse of hope, a spark of creativity. And every time, Elias would find the green book waiting, nestled among the shelves as though it had been placed there by some invisible hand.

Elias came to think of What You Seek, Seeks You as a strange kind of miracle. It was never in the same place twice, yet it was always there when someone needed it. He began to wonder if it had a life of its own, sensing people's desires and hiding until the right person came along.

Over the years, he saw people leave the store lighter, as though their burdens had been lifted. Some returned, others didn't, but the green book was always there, waiting for the next soul in need.

One night, long after closing, Elias found himself holding the book, turning its pages. He hadn't read it before—he had always thought it was meant for others. But now, as he looked down at the words, he felt a pull, like the book was calling to him.

The pages were blank, save for one sentence on the very last page:

"Your heart knows the way home."

In that moment, Elias felt a deep peace, one he hadn't felt in years. He closed the book, placed it back on the shelf, and left the store, locking it for the final time. And as he walked away, he was certain he could hear the faintest whisper, like the closing of a chapter, bidding him farewell.

Turn of the Page remained closed after that, but people still spoke of it from time to time, remembering the mysterious little bookstore that always seemed to know just what they needed.

NOTE: THIS IS FOR OCT 21 AND AM PUBLISHING THE OTHERS IN OCT 28 ASWELL CUZ AM GOING TO MY PROVINCE N THE WIFI IS SHITTY THERE SO YEAH ><