"Welcome to Moonlit Pages," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'm Henry. How may I help you find your next great read?"
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As I prepared to leave, Henry pressed a small, leather-bound book into my hands. "A gift," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Read it under the moonlight, and you shall discover the magic within." "Welcome to Moonlit Pages," he said, his voice