The boy gave the Clerk a quick smile and swung open the large ivory door of the magic shop making his exit onto the main street. By the time the boy had exited it had begun to rain, each droplet hitting the pavement like tears bouncing and splashing every each way like an odd dance of sorts. The boy watched each droplet hit the ground as it began to pick up, soon turning into a full-fledged storm the wind picking up and beginning to whip his jacket and clothes. The boy sighed and turned around trying the handle of the magic shop to seek shelter but upon trying the handle one or two times he noticed it wouldn't budge. Looking in the window he could see nothing but empty shelves, dusty countertops, and black text on the wall reading "The End."
The boy took a few steps back to read a To Let sign propped up on the edge of the building being blown by the wind. The boy took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I need to get the fuck away from here..."
Looking around he decided to visit...