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Epilogue Books

This rather overstocked bookshop boasts volumes on nearly every available surface. A light layer of dust covers some areas, while others seem meticulously cared for. A leather chair sits behind a checkout desk, atop which there is an ancient pull-lever cash register, a large brown sales ledger, and a copy of whatever genre fiction book Philius has decided to indulge during his breaks.

Out on the shop floor, there are numerous tables, most of them sporting one or two small glass cases. Within the one closest the front counter are the following books:
  • Lewis Carroll - Alice In Wonderland (2nd Printing)
  • Winston Chuchill - A History of The English-Speaking Peoples (1st Edition Rebound)
  • Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton - Falconry In The Valley of The Indus (1st Edition)
Volumes like these, some even rarer, seem dispersed among the glass cases seemingly at random and relating not at all to the more common unenclosed books in those sections.

Mismatched wooden chairs are scattered around the shop so that one may have a seat at hand when needed.

The whole place smells of old paper, binding adhesive, and pipe tobacco.

While not officially affiliated, this book shop and several members of the Carroll family have close ties. Nora Carroll even lent Philius servants to help him set the place up when he first moved in.
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Epilogue Books

Premier book shop of Verinotte Hollow, owned and operated by

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Epilogue Books is a part of East Lanterna Way.

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Philius Percival Wolfinson [119] By all appearances, a lithe bibliophile and amature historian.
Jane Grey [59] Plain Jane
Garrett Carroll [56] The violent, but kindly uncle from the western branch of the Carroll family.
Nora Carroll [56] The female head of the Carroll family.
Ernest Carrol [29] A duke from Abingdol Falls....
Sephtis Arron Aviur [8] Archlord and jurymember of the Order
Harukio [3] A kitsune with tribal runes patterning her ears and tail, and a large scar on her face, vitiligo patterning her neck down.. white hair, white eyelashes,and white eyebrows along with pink eyes and white spots for a pupil
Giotto the Blastoise [3] He's a Blastoise.
Cassiuss [3] The merc with a conscience and Knightly ambitions

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“Perfectly sensible Mister Carroll. I intended no intrusion, I assure you.” Phil’s smile wavered for only a moment before he strolled behind the desk. “I know precisely how you feel, of course. The shop is by no means in a state for company, but here we are. I do hope that the next time the Carroll clan graces my humble establishment I will be better equipped to entertain.”

He picked up a quill and sharpened it with a pen knife before dipping it in an inkwell and scratching it over some perfectly mundane-looking printer paper. After rocking a blotter over the surface, Philius folded the paper into a tiny rectangle and closed his fist around it. “I do hope you all enjoy the remainder of your evening. It has been an absolute pleasure.” When his hand opened, the paper was gone. Eliza felt a small shift in one of her pockets.

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The young woman frowned all of a sudden and twitched her fingers, but did nothing further but glance up at Mister Wolfinson disappointingly. "I do apologize that Carroll men can sometimes be a little stingy, but they do like things to look neat and tidy before we have guests over!" she chirped.

"Ah, yes, that would be nice. Next time, you will see," began Nora. "It is sad we have to keep you waiting, however," she finished with a laugh. "Well, we are off."

Garrett could not have been prouder of his brother. With a great big smile he placed a hand upon the shoulder of his daughter and lead her toward the door. "Well, goodbye!" We'll never come back, you daughter-hounding fiend!

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"It's hardly stingy, Miss Eliza. I understand that the state of one's home is a reflection on them. If this were my estate and not my book shop, I think I would have been much more reluctant to entertain company." He gave Eliza a knowing look, then turned back to the papers on his desk. "Good morrow, Carrolls all, and thank you again for the pleasure of your company."

As soon as the large party departed, Professor Wolfinson flipped the shop sign to closed and went upstairs to change into some moderately formal dinner attire.

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Hours later, after the Carroll family had long departed to the house, one woman had excused herself from dinner early. She was retiring to bed, she had said, and Leela had quickly said the very same (although one of her parents had asked Colby to keep an eye on her).

But that woman was not going to bed. She sneaked out from her bedroom window, skittered out into the night, though not without one of her father's blessed revolvers, and made her way to East Lanterna Way.

Trailing her was Leela and the servant that she had tricked into following. Colby was said to keep an eye on her, she'd said to him, but that did not mean he was supposed to stop her from leaving the house! And they needed to know where Eliza was going, after all.

The gunslinger's daughter knocked on Philius' door, politely waiting for him to answer.

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After only a few seconds, Philius, dressed in a tux with tails, opened the door of the shop, taking in the sight of her. He appraised her dress, wondering if it would be sufficiently formal. "You're lucky you caught me, Miss Eliza. I was on my way out the door to await you at the restaurant." Stepping out, he locked the door behind him, put on his top hat, grasped his walking stick in his right hand, and offered her his left arm. "Shall we?"

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"I thought it would be nicer to walk from her, and I thought it would be better if I were early. After all, if you're right on time, you're late," chimed the young lady. Once he offered his arm, Eliza gracefully accepted with a little, closed-lipped smile. "We shall."

Leela stood behind in an alley with Colby, fingers clickity-clacking on the brick of a building wall. "Why, that little lecherous wolf has got our innocent little Eliza under some kind of spell! What an incubus you are, Mister Wolfinson!" she whispered, half to herself, half to Colby, who she turned to with a scowl. "Don't just stand there saying nothing, Colby! Don't you see how disgusting it is!?"

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"You know, I was a little concerned you might not come. It was quite obvious that your father doesn't care for me." Phil's eyes traveled down her neck and over her bare shoulders. He decided he rather liked Eliza's choice in evening wear. "It likely goes without saying, but I feel compelled to inform you that you look lovely tonight. I quite like that dress and it is only improved by housing such an attractive young lady."

His gait was natural, and automatically adjusted for her to walk at a comfortable pace in her dress. There was a natural flourish to the way he strolled with his walking stick. Although the shadows in this wood seemed often to be longer than they aught, the warm light cast by the gas lamps of Lanterna Way seemed to counter any discomfort.

The evening was crisp and cool, leaning toward chilly, and after a hundred or so paces Phil stopped to remove his scarf and drape it over Eliza's shoulders like a shawl. He resumed his pace without comment.

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"My father is a blind man who still believes his twenty-two year old daughter is still thirteen," announced Eliza with her nose in the air. "Just like his wife. I have a mind of my own and I intent to use it to make my own decisions."

After being complimented so graciously, Eliza tucked her chin toward her chest bashfully and clasped her hands behind her back. "Well, Mister Wolfinson, a suit could only look so sharp on a man so handsome," she replied, bringing her eyes back up to meet his.

After a few minutes of walking Eliza was surprised to find the scarf tossed over her shoulders. She clasped onto it gently an thanked Phil, one hand to her cheek.

"He plays his game well! But it's awfully cheesy, isn't it, Colby? He comes off like such a sleaze! Don't you agree? Colby. Colby?" Leela looked behind her to notice that...

"... Colby, where'd you go?"

The young man had vanished.

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"Although your father seems overprotective of you, and has evidently misjudged me quite badly, you mustn't forget that his intention is to do what's best for you, even if he's no longer good at knowing what that is, precisely." He smirked at her, his eyes bright with energy and admiration. Phil took another deep breath of the crisp air.

"As for you having your own mind and the capacity for adult decision making, I believe that's plain enough in the way you comport yourself. You are, without a doubt, a young lady of poise and sagacity, and I am very much looking forward to learning more about you over dinner. We are nearly there, mind. I hope you brought your appetite.'

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Phil busied himself tidying up the shop and checking the catalogues as he'd been for two years.

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Jane crept down the street, her head ducked into her cloak and her eyes cast down towards the cobble path. She was exhausted and overwhelmed. Being lost in the Cursed Woods had not been her idea of a good time and while the town had provided a place of haven from the dense trees and dampness, she had been wandering its streets for hours, afraid to rest for fear of being spotted by some creature she didn't understand and didn't understand her. She didn't belong here -- not that she knew where she did belong.

She lifted her head and spotted the window of a bookshop. Even from the outside, she could see the stacks of old volumes and almost already smell the dust and old ink. That was a familiar smell - a safe smell. She glanced at the street around her, before pushing open the door, relieved to find it open, and slipped into the shop. The smell didn't disappoint her and she inhaled deeply.

A chair.

She couldn't help herself. It was wooden and hard, but after being on her feet for hours, it could have been made of mud and rock for all she cared. With the books forming walls around her and the old scent of paper holding her close, she felt safe for the first time since she had been separated from her mother. She allowed her eyes to close, not even thinking about other occupants in the shop.

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Philius looked up from a battered copy of "Falconry In The Valley Of The Indus" by Richard Francis Burton, then carefully marked his place, setting the book down gingerly behind the counter. As the strange travel-weary woman slumped into one of his chairs, he flipped the sign on the door and engaged the deadbolt, examining her with real concern before retreating to the back room. Several minutes later, waistcoated proprietor emerged with a cup and saucer in one hand and a steamy teapot in the other, setting both down on the table near the Janeful chair. He grabbed a leaf of nearby newspaper to slip under the pot, protecting the varnished wood.

"Welcome to Epilogue Books, Miss. I take it you aren't here to shop. Are you poorly?" He looked on anxiously, hoping the woman was still conscious.

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Jane jumped and opened her eyes, straightening up in her chair. The man stood before her must have been in the shop the whole time, but Jane owed not noticing him before to his appearance: so suited to the bookshop that he must have blended in. "I'm sorry," she murmured in response to his statement, only just becoming aware of how rude she had been. What had she been thinking, barging into a bookshop with no intention of buying anything? She pulled down her hood, hoping to salvage what she could of her manners, as he asked if she was ill.

"No, I-" But she could feel that strange, unsettled movement under her skin, her cells making decisions to which she wasn't privy. Her bones ached with the coldness of growing pains. Jane wasn't ill, she knew, but she was certainly something abnormal. "I'm just tired," she managed and noticed the glorious scent of hot tea. Beside her, there was a steaming teapot.

Tears rushed into her eyes at the man's kindness. She was being ridiculous, she knew. She silently cursed herself and blinked rapidly to keep from crying in front of this stranger. The poor man shouldn't have to deal with an exhausted woman simply because he owned a bookshop. "I'm so sorry to intrude." She cleared her throat, attempting to rid her voice of its emotional crackle. "I don't want to be a hassle. I'll leave." But she didn't stand up.

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"I assure you, mademoiselle, that I take no exception to beautiful young women lounging around my shop. Take some time to compose yourself and please enjoy the tea." He took a seat next to her, reassessing as he sat. "Is there anything else I might get you before I begin bombarding you with my many questions regarding how you came to be in that chair, so clearly at the end of your rope? Some biscuits, perhaps? Ah! And a warm blanket!" He darted out of his chair and returned half a minute later with the promised plate of digestives and the very fluffy blanket, which he did not hesitate to drape over her with care. He resumed his seat, the scattered bookish proprietor watching her curiously.

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Jane blushed slightly and smiled as the man darted up again, touched by his kindness. She hugged the blanket around her shoulders and took a digestive. "Thank you - so much." She brushed the crumbs from the blanket sheepishly. She knew she should have felt more guilty for imposing on the man, but she was too relieved too have found a place of solace. Besides, he seemed more than happy to accommodate her. Suddenly, she pictured her mother's face with a thin eyebrow raised and her lips pinched skeptically: Men aren't just nice to young girls out of the kindness of their hearts. She should have been wary. Her mother had would have wanted her to be frightened, but when Jane glanced up at this man's kind eyes and genuine concern, she didn't feel frightened in the slightest.

"My mother and I were in the Cursed Woods," Jane paused, deciding if the explanation of how they had come to be there was too complicated too recite. Then again, she wasn't even sure she fully knew the reason; all her life her mother had periodically moved them and it was always further from the Eastern Seaboard, from her mother's fears. But whatever her mother was running from, Jane had known the Cursed Woods were a bad idea; the name wasn't exactly subtle. But Jane had followed her obediently.

"We became separated a couple of days ago," she continued, "and it wasn't until this morning I found this town. My mother had told me about it before. She said it was a place of..." she looked at the man, not wanted to offend him if he was associated with the things her mother had warned her about. "That there were vampires and monsters here. But my mother always overemphasises the darker things," she added quickly. Jane had wandered around the streets for hours, too afraid to stop somewhere in case someone approached her.

She took a sip of the hot tea and inhaled the steam for a moment before placing it back on the newspaper mat. "I'm Jane," she said, realising she hadn't introduced herself, and held out her hand.

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What an intriguing young lady. Philius shook any ungentlemanly thoughts from his mind and regarded her, lamenting her recent trials. "It is my very great pleasure to meet you, Miss Jane. My name is Professor Philius Percival Wolfinson, but you may call me Phil, if you prefer." After another pause for thought, "Is your mother all right or do we need to organize a search party for her? Will she be looking for you?"
He pulled a flask from his coat pocket and unscrewed the lid, holding it out to her. It smelled of strong brandy. "For fortification, if you're inclined, to warm and calm you."

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The front door of the book shop opens and a man in a lab coat and hat enters. In his left hand is a Ukelele which he slings onto his back. He looks around to try and find the owner and sees Jane and Philius.

Dr. Alto Clef approaches them and begins to speak.
Excuse me. I am looking for the owner to enquire about a book that a colleague of mine is looking for. A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations. Published in 1934 I believe.

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Jane hesitated, trying to remember if her mother had any rules regarding alcohol, but Jane was tired -- tired of trying to remember her mother's rules and just generally very in need of sleep. She took the flask and tipped it up to her lips. The liquid hummed on her tongue, almost a burning sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. "Thank you," she said, handing back the flask and enjoying the warm buzzing in her tummy. The unsettled feeling that had been constantly present for the past few months seemed to settle under the alcohol's hum. It felt like a sleeping monster, just waiting to leap out from the shadows and make her body betray her, but Jane wasn't sure in what way. She just knew that's what it would do.

"My mother..." Jane couldn't imagine sending a search party out to find her. Mary had always been firmly, almost ferociously, independent. Jane almost wondered if she might prefer to stay lost in the woods than to hear that her daughter had been talking to people, telling them what they had been doing. Jane couldn't have done anything differently, but would Mary be angry with her? Probably, she thought. Jane licked the tang of brandy from her lips, wondering how to respond. "I'm not sure that that's necessary. I don't want to-"

But Jane jumped as the door opened, her eyes widening at the creature that stood there. His wide grin made Jane's skin crawl. She dropped her gaze down to her lap, trying not to look startled. She didn't want to offend him, or Phil. He's probably a perfectly good person, she thought. Looks can be deceiving. But the hair that had risen on the back of Jane's neck did not settle down.

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It's ok. I'm usually friendly. If not a bit weird. My name is Dr. Alto Clef. My employer sent me here to search for some books. I believe you might have a few copies of them?


Clef looked around as he spoke. He took his Ukelele and strummed it a few times.
Used to work for a top secret government group. Agent Ukelele they called me. Killed 99 people in my time as "Ukelele". Technically they were more... weird than I thought. We called them "Reality Benders". Because they has the ability to change reality. I saw some pretty fucked up stuff in my life. But "Reality Benders" were probably the most fucked up thing I've seen.


Following his rant, Clef takes a deep breath and then grins.
I might have gotten a tad distracted. But it never hurts to go of topic.

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He startled slightly in surprise, certain he'd put the bolt on the door. "I'm sure it wouldn't be any trouble, but if you're certain, I welcome you to stay here for as long as you need, Miss Jane."Philius gave Jane a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning to the newcomer.

"We're closed at the moment, sir, and the door was locked, so I'm uncertain how you gained entrance, however I can make an exception this once." He moved toward a filing cabinet. "Who is the author of A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations., and were there multiple publishings?" The drawer he pulled open from the filing cabinet was overflowing with multicolored papers haphazardly shoved into olive green file folders, most missing their tab labels. Oddly, the drawer seemed far too long to have fit in the cabinet at all. He seemed unperturbed by any of this, however.

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Jane pulled the blanket closer around her and smiled. "Thank you," she murmured to Phil, but was distracted by the newcomer - Dr. Clef - and his ukulele. She wasn't sure how seriously to take him. Killing ninety-nine people? That wasn't something of which Jane would be proud, but then it sounded like he came from a very different world to Jane's. There were moments when Jane wouldn't have minded changing reality, but she had never heard of a creature that could do it. It made her nervous.

One of her shoulder blades began to itch and Jane shuffled on the chair. Perhaps the brandy hadn't done as good a job at settling her down as she had thought. She felt strange again, unsettled, not at home in her skin. The itching on her shoulder became more intolerable and she chewed her lip. She didn't want to scratch it: it reminded her of memories of dreams -- dreams from when she was a child -- in which feathers would sprout from her skin. She shuddered and focused on Phil and Clef, the itching beginning to abate.

She watched Phil pull out the drawer and tried to work out whether the length of it was a trick of the eye or an enchantment of some kind. She smiled slightly and realised that despite her mother's fear, she wasn't worried about magic -- if that's what it was. She didn't feel shocked by it either; it just felt... normal. Perhaps that was wrong. However, Jane just watched Phil at the cabinet, finding his sure movements comforting, particularly next to the strangeness (at least, in her eyes) of Alto. She wanted to close her eyes, but didn't feel comfortable enough with Clef there. Instead, she ran a finger along the spines of books beside her. So many stories and worlds and lessons, too many for Jane to ever understand.

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The book's author was one Arnold J. Toynbee and I don't believe there was multiple publishings. As for money... that isn't a problem.
Clef pulls out a small pouch from his pocket. Inside it is different types of currency.

Clef then strums his Ukelele again, this time a bit quieter.
As for how I entered, I cannot reveal how I entered. Otherwise my employers will be quite angry with me that I used my equipment wrongly.
He looks at Jane as she ran her finger along the books.
And what's wrong with you young lass? You look like you've had a very frightening experience.

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Phil closed his eyes, turned around once, and allowed his hand to fall randomly on a shelf, drawing it back to reveal Arnold J. Toynbee's A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations. He approached and extended the volume to Dr. Clef with a flourish. "There you are, Herr Doktor. That will be three-hundred seventy-eight and sixpence... or four dragon scales." A tag draping from one of the central pages confirmed the quoted sum, dragon scales having seen a recent drop in value.

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Clef empties his pouch on the counter. He then counts them until he is certain that he's giving Phil the right amount.
Here you go. Three-Hundred, Seventy-Eight and Six pence. I even put a little extra in for great service.


He then picks the book up and puts it under his arm.
I better be off now. My employer is going to be angry I took this long. It was meant to be a 1-day mission. And stay safe ma'am.
His last bit of his sentence was aimed at Jane. Clef turns and walks to the door of the bookshop.

As he steps outside, he turns to Phil.
In regards to how I entered, I used this key that my employer gave me. Can open any lock. But I should be off now.
He exits the store and begins to walk down East Lanterna Way.

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Jane watched Phil select the correct book, her head tilted in wonder. That had to be magic, didn't it? Suddenly the strange man was addressing her and she jumped, having hoped to stay in the background of this whole strange encounter. But to her relief, it was a valediction. "How strange," Jane said when he had left, but realised that her own presence must, to Phil, be almost as strange as Clef's. The bookshop owner was probably having quite the evening of it -- but for all Jane knew, this was entirely normal.

She hugged the blanket more tightly around her, again wondering if Phil would prefer her to leave to, but where would she go? "Thank you again for being so hospitable. I--" she swallowed, wondering how to phrase this without being rude. "Is there any possibility of me sleeping here -- just for one night." She added quickly. "Or if you know of a room somewhere, but I don't have much money." She suddenly wondered how much money she did have and glanced at her small bag. Her mother had kept most of their money, but given a very small amount to Jane in case of... well, in case of this, she supposed.