The Bookstore
The old antiquarian bookstore on Polidori Avenue, gave way out back to a rundown alleyway littered with crates, garbage bags and discarded food from the Celon Palace next door. Rats crawled in and out amongst the refuse sniffing and squabbling over their next meal. Whiling away the night before they’d eventually return to their beds at day break.
It’s not to say the alley was any different from any other dark urban corner, or that the tenants of the establishments that backed on to said alley were particularly messy, or neglectful. Indeed one such proprietor, was the rather fastidious Doctor Adolph Scroddins, once tenured at Oxford, a member of the Royal Mathematicians, of impeccable taste, and fond of a good pipe.
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