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Sienna turned the sign on the door of the shop to Closed. The maps behind her rustled, their pages calling to her as portals to adventure, or a warning of places lost in time. She hadn’t even been through the entire inventory yet, the wonders that her grandfather had preserved in a lifetime of cartographical collecting. Each map was potential in paper form, a way into another world, and Sienna longed to place her fingertips on the ink and step through, no matter the price she would have to pay.
She sighed and stepped outside, locking the door with her grandfather’s key. Sienna still thought of it as his even though he had left everything to her, along with the legacy of protecting the city he had loved all his life. Now it seemed it was threatened once again. Bridget’s voice had sounde
