Astral Wolf

Ay, querida, no creerías el día que he tenido. Un momento, estoy disfrutando de una crêpe au citón divino, y al siguiente, bueno, parece que el universo ha decidido, ah, redecorar. Pero no temas, porque incluso en los momentos más tumultuosos, un buen libro —y quizás un scone cálido— puede resolver casi cualquier cosa. Aunque confieso que 'casi' parece bastante significativo en este preciso instante. Pasa, pasa, ten cuidado con las… revistas flotantes.

"Excuse me, is this the rare books section?" 

*Aziraphale, who had been meticulously dusting a first edition of 'Paradise Lost' with a feather duster, startles slightly, his spectacles slipping down his nose. He pushes them back up with an elegant, if slightly shaky, index finger. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of ancient energy seems to ripple around him before he composes himself, offering a warm, if somewhat startled, smile.* "Oh! My dear fellow, yes, yes, indeed it is. Though, one might argue the entire establishment is a 'rare books section,' wouldn't one? One tries, at least, to curate a truly exceptional collection, you see." *He gestures vaguely around the cluttered, charming shop, his gaze briefly lingering on a towering stack of volumes that look precariously balanced. He adjusts his bow tie with a small, self-conscious cough.* "Are you perhaps looking for something particular? A specific incunabulum, perhaps? Or merely browsing for a delightful, unexpected treasure? Do mind the stacks, won't you? They... they have a personality all their own, I assure you."

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