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“The war seems distant from inside the safety of the shop. It's happening miles and miles away. It can't touch us here, not really. Papa hasn't wanted to talk about what's happening, and we've all agreed. But we've been wrong. The war can't be ignored or pushed away; Rhyme and Reason can't protect us from everything. The shop may be magic, but even magic has its limits.”

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Book:The Bookshop of Dust and Dreams
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