> Enter (the jewelry shop)!
>You walk inside. The store is empty, save for yourself, an older man with a whispy beard sitting at the counter, and a small woman in a blue coat at a workbench against the far wall, her back turned to you. A variety of necklaces, rings, bracelets, and earrings adorn tables covered with lengths of silk. Some pieces rest inside small glass cases which give you a sudden memory of the glass coffin that Alice was resting in.
>"Welcome," says the older man. "Please, look around as you wish. If you need anything, let me know."
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