The Mobile Emporium

There are places where nobody goes in Greenville.Sadly, the Mobile Emporium is one of them. Even though there are books waiting to tell you stories. Even though there are wooden toy soldiers of every shape and size. Even though the baked tarts smell like gold. Even though platinum coloured sweets draw you in. Even though rare jellyfish swim in gleaming tanks.

But no-one ever entered because rumour has it that the night-time shadows come alive. That is until Ralph pushed opened the corroded truck door…

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