Stephanie Rooney, a petite twenty-four-year-old, had not noticed it before; her trips to Derry rarely brought her to that part of town. She was curious. She was also fired up by the acquisitive passion of the new homemaker, never letting pass an opportunity to add to her growing collection of bric-a-brac. She pushed open the door. She was half-expecting the jangle of an old-fashioned shop bell—it was that kind of place—and was delighted instead by the melodious tinkling of what could only have been Tibetan wind chimes. The store’s interior was heavy with cinnamon, vanilla, apple, lavender, and a myriad of other luscious scents. Stephanie hardly noticed them at first because there was so much to please the eye. There were statuettes whittled from dark wood, each with the likeness of an African deity; there were elaborate carvings from Southeast Asia showing elephants intertwined with luxuriant foliage. She marveled at crystals and hefted small Chinese spheres that seemed to hum with esoteric music.
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