Seraphina
Orianna
Swami M
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The masked guard at the gate gave a pleased grunt and nodded before plucking the nail from Pippin's palm.
"You ain't one of Them, so you may enter the town. Head down the westernmost street to find the House of Ink. You shall know it by it's roof and siding."
With that, the masked guard waved Pippin through.
The town itself was a strange rambling affair, befitting of hobs, though the cold wind and the empty streets did much to rob the town of what charm it might have otherwise had. The masked faces peeping out behind curtained windows also did little to make Pippin feel welcome.
Nevertheless, eventually Pippin came to the house that he was looking for. There was no doubt in his mind, for unlike the other buildings constructed from simple, if well crafted wood, this house was built from books. A massive tome was opened to serve as a large A-frame roof, while the walls of the house were built of much more ordinary volumes of every description. Leather bound anthologies, paperback thrillers, hard back children's books, there was no end to the variety of books used to construct the house. Clearly, this was where Pippin could have the story he desired told.