I discover The Haunted Bookshop down an alleyway so tiny that its entrance is almost imperceptible. Growing up in a nearby town, I passed by many times but never stopped to look, let alone venture into the alley’s gloomy depths. The bookshop is haunted (the bookseller tells me when I ask) both by a young, fair-haired woman in a long white gown, and occa…
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