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    We wanted to remain discret but the pealing of a bell signaled immediately our presence. Oddly nobody was here to make us welcome.

    We had both circular gaze to the room bathed into a gold light. It might be a kind of bric-a-brac or maybe this sort of fashionable concert store selling everything and anything. Surprisingly I couldn’t guess the use of most of the exposed objects. Pieces of machines I didn’t know, glass jars full of exotic substances, rich fabrics without a specific shape.

    The shop organisation itself remained a mystery.



    Each of us moved forward to have a closer look to the stalls. Suddenly a movement over the stair made me flinching.

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