❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? ❞
Guys, quick question! Have you ever been to a library, online or offline? How do you choose which book...
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As you step inside, a woman approaches you. Within her hand, she holds a glowing scroll, which she thrusts at you.
Cautiously taking it, you watch in amazement as it comes alive and unfurls in your palm. Perhaps it was simply your imagination, but could it be that the scroll had eyes? And a mouth as well? Before you can decide, the odd scroll begins speaking.
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"Welcome, my dear traveler Stay awhile in this paradise of ours We won't take too much time From a man of your caliber.
"Within our walls, you might acquire Potions and enchantments Or insects and dolls alike Anything that you might desire.
"However, before we begin We must lay the table And set our ground rules Or you may get lost in the din.
"Rule number one: Please do not rush our designers And remember to be polite, my dear Or you might find yourself on the run.
"Rule number two: Take the time to fill out the forms You wouldn't want to find your order cast aside Would you?
"Rule number three: Stay true to your designer Shop hopping is quite rude Wouldn't you agree?
"Rule number four: Complete the payment For love and time has gone into it And doesn't everyone deserve to be rewarded?
"Rule number five: The ideas are up to you, my dear We are simply the artists Who will make them come alive.
"Rule number six: Follow the CLN account As the owners deserve to be known, No?
"Rule number seven: The last one we have in-line Give credit where it is due Or you shall be kicked
"And now, my dear traveler You may enter at last But heed my words wisely As you meet with your haggler."
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As the scroll utters its last words, it bursts into flames. Out of instinct, you drop it immediately, despite it not casting any heat. The moment it touches the ground, the flames die out, and all that is left is a tiny scrap of parchment on the pavement. Crouching down, you carefully put it in your pocket, and continue on your way.
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