Charlie’s Book

In Maplewood, at 22 Paulownia Street, there’s a shop. The shopkeeper, Charlie, is worldly and knowledgeable, having sold countless answers and hopes.

A young Duke stepped out from his carriage, looking at him with arrogance.

“You can grant any wish, can’t you? Why don’t you find a way to lift the curse upon yourself?” the Duke asked.

The shopkeeper replied, “Because my curse is lovely. It brings me joy.”