At the end of Umber Lane, down a narrow gap between two buildings, behind a plain unmarked door, there is a long narrow shop whose walls are lined with thousands of drawers. It has no name, but the few who know of it tend to call it The Lost. There, for a price, you may buy things you once owned that have passed beyond your knowledge. A family heirloom that you regret selling; a broken childhood toy, good as new; a treasured keepsake, stolen in the dead of night.
The Lost
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Zane Smith
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