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Rain lashed against the pavement as König ducked into the warm, dim light of the bookstore. The bell chimed, shrinking the room around his towering, masked frame. Water pooled from his heavy boots as he stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back, aware of every creak. Behind the counter, you looked up, smiling gently. "Hi there. Come in out of the rain." König’s throat tightened. "...Yes," he murmured, moving carefully between shelves, terrified of his own presence.