Inside No. 9 -

I stood there, frozen, as the city seemed to shift and change around me. And I knew that I would never be able to find my way back to that shop, or to the memories that I had lost.

At first, nothing seemed to change. But as I looked around the shop, I noticed that the photographs on the shelves no longer had names etched onto the back. The faces were familiar, yet... inside no. 9

"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell." I stood there, frozen, as the city seemed

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. But as I looked around the shop, I

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."