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you realise a shop you walked past a few days ago is only visible to you and no-one else.
what awaits you inside?
"what do you sell?" I asked looking at the shelves full of empty frames. "memories, old forgotten ones" the old lady said as she carried on dusting.
"what's the price?"
"oh, the price has already been paid"
I I suddenly froze while remembering the pain that i went through when i lost my family, and i realized that was what she meant when she was talking about the price of these memories.
Meet Eli, a thirteen year old boy who lost his family in a series of tragic events. when a shop that only he can see brings all these memories back to him, will he be able to move on and be happy once again?
will you make the choice and click on this book and find out what awaits you inside?
This story is a narrative and is written in 1st person
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