Nestled in the shadow of the looming, aged cathedral of Durem, there is a shop which seems to render itself visible only to those who require it—whatever "it" is that lurks inside, for the windows are shuttered and the interior nigh impossible to discern. The faint smell of sulfur hangs around the door, whose door knocker is the sinister image of a clawed hand wrought with gothic curlicues. The entire habitation is dark and ghastly, so you do not know what force draws you to it so: an attraction beyond the understandings of the conventional.
“Oh, good morning—as good a morning as it may be. Are you lost? No, forget I asked. That door lets in only those who seek the services of this wretched place. Though I cannot imagine who would seek to enter a place with that macabre hand hanging on’t, let me say. The previous owner had queer tastes in decor.
“But that is of no regard; let us get straight to business. Which type of customer are you?
“Are you one who seeks power? Have you a wish? Perhaps to bring back the dead, or else to bury someone living? Is there a shadow that tails you, that chased you here to find reprieve? Or is it you who tails that shadow, and wishes to pin it to your side? All these wants may be granted here.”
“Oh, good morning—as good a morning as it may be. Are you lost? No, forget I asked. That door lets in only those who seek the services of this wretched place. Though I cannot imagine who would seek to enter a place with that macabre hand hanging on’t, let me say. The previous owner had queer tastes in decor.
“But that is of no regard; let us get straight to business. Which type of customer are you?
“Are you one who seeks power? Have you a wish? Perhaps to bring back the dead, or else to bury someone living? Is there a shadow that tails you, that chased you here to find reprieve? Or is it you who tails that shadow, and wishes to pin it to your side? All these wants may be granted here.”
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