I turned to Mr. Finch, and he smiled. "You are...?"
"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell." inside no. 9
"What do you want to forget?" Mr. Finch asked, his voice low and soothing. I turned to Mr
The door creaked as I pushed it open. A bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old books and stale air. I turned to Mr. Finch