Short story: The Bookseller

Rackim Wonn worked quietly and happily in his bookshop. He was never happier than stacking and restacking the shelves.

Each week he would completely reassign the order of the books he sold. This week would be the order in which the books came into the shop, next week the emotional impact he felt the book would have on the reader- the further from the door the more devastating the punch.

He would quietly bustle around the shop, sweeping, weighing books in his hands, listening to their gentle whispers. He was content with his lot, he wanted no more or less.

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