Time: 5:53 PM
Current Temp: 38°F (And dropping like a stone)
The shop is dark, save for the heater’s orange glow reflecting off the glass of the “Uncommon” sign. The “Closed” sign feels particularly final tonight. I’ve got my stack of magazines under one arm and a very cold-sensitive Poodle under the other.
We are retreating to the quarters upstairs. If you are out in this, find a hearth. If you are tucked in, find a story.
The shop is battened down. The keeper is going to ground.
Stay safe in the frost. See you when the morning returns.
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