I stood there, frozen, as the city seemed to shift and change around me. And I knew that I would never be able to find my way back to that shop, or to the memories that I had lost.
The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."
He showed me around the shop, pointing out various items on the shelves. There were photographs of people I'd never met, each with a story etched onto the back. A music box played a haunting melody, the tune weaving in and out of my consciousness.
I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion. The dust dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a faint aftertaste.
Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well."
Espectaculares fotografías de gente bonita, y viajes por el mundo, las imágenes más sexys están aquí.
