The Midnight Caffe
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Last published Wed, Dec 30, 2020
In a quiet town, close to the forest and far from the city, a shops lights flicker on as the bright moon shows its self upon the dark, starry sky.
The displays are filled with sweets as the tables are set, and the coffee is made, inviting customers new and old to enjoy the peace that the shop gives off.
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