The music was gentle, almost unobtrusive.

Outside.

Inside, it was blasting at high volume, and it was driving Owen insane. Bad enough that all the walls were now creepy stone and block-shaped 'bookcases' that looked like the books had been drawn on one dot at a time, but the music--!

"If I hadn't been here for a few months already, I'd think I was losing my mind," Owen sighed, watching the lava spark and pop outside in the store's sudden, unexpected moat. "Actually, jury's still a bit out on that, come to think."

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