Chapter 1

The Closed Bookshop

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Elena stepped out of the subway and onto the sidewalk, pausing for a moment to get her bearings. The street stretched ahead of her, and the city moved at its usual restless pace. She pulled her jacket tighter and started walking.

She had been away for three years — long enough for the neighborhood to feel foreign, short enough for every corner to carry a memory. The coffee shop where she used to spend Sunday mornings was now a pharmacy. The bookshop where she had worked through two winters still stood, but the sign above its door was dark, the windows plastered with brown paper from the inside.

Elena pressed her palm flat against the cold glass and looked in. She could make out the shape of the wooden counter she had spent so many hours behind, now pushed against the far wall. The shelves were empty. The reading chairs she had rearranged a hundred times were stacked in the back corner like discarded furniture.

She stood there longer than she meant to. A couple walked past her without slowing down. Somewhere nearby a bus exhaled and pulled away from the curb.

There was no particular reason she had come back to this street first. She told herself it was just the most direct route from the station to her old apartment. She almost believed it.

After a while she turned and kept walking. The apartment was another six blocks north. She had a key, though she had not been sure until this morning whether the locks would still match. Her sister had texted to say the place was ready, that she had aired it out and left groceries on the counter. Elena had not replied.

By the time she reached her block, the light had changed. She stopped at the entrance to her building and looked up at the fourth-floor window that had always been hers. The curtains were the same ones she had left behind — pale linen, slightly uneven, the left panel longer than the right. She had always meant to fix that.

She took a breath, then pushed open the door.

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