The store didn't win her over with its stock, either. It also allowed her to look at the competition, or it had when she'd worked in travel book publishing. It made her usual urban exploration feel more thorough. She owned guidebooks of every city she had visited and used them extensively. She always enjoyed looking at cities-even her hometown-through the eyes of a tourist. Her shoes stuck slightly to the floor, making her trek through the store louder than she would have liked. She felt a bizarre desire to wave to them as they bobbed lazily to herald her passing. Long strips of paint dotted with mold peeled away from the walls as if they could no longer stand to adhere to such filth. She pulled her arms in to avoid brushing against anything. It reminded Zoë of an abandoned mechanic's garage, with grime and grease coating the walls and bookshelves. The store was, to put it bluntly, filthy. This clearly was not one of those places. Mannegishi's Tricks wasn't in the guidebook, but Zoë Norris knew enough about guidebooks to know they often missed the best places. The bookstore was sandwiched between a dry cleaner's and a shifty-looking accounting office. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author's rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property.
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