The Crimson Thread of Fate

Previously

…His words were a gentle invitation, a promise of a future encounter. As I stepped back out into the street, the bell above the door chiming its farewell, I carried with me not just the scent of old paper and dried flowers, but the lingering impression of Leo’s stormy eyes and the undeniable pull of his quiet mystery. The crimson thread, I suspected, had just begun to weave its way through my life. The restless yearning I’d felt earlier had found a focus, a name, and a face. It was Leo, and the secrets held within the walls of Curiosities & Epochs.