No. 9 | Inside

"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell."

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did." inside no. 9

I shook my head, feeling a sense of freedom. "I...I don't know." "The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell

"What do you want to forget?" Mr. Finch asked, his voice low and soothing. leaving behind a faint aftertaste.

The door creaked as I pushed it open. A bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old books and stale air.

I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion. The dust dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a faint aftertaste.