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Kimet Contest Writing EntryA Long Day in Rosenfort
As dusk settled upon Rosenfort, the city's largest open air market was just beginning to become lively with the young and bored. Piero, to his weary dismay, was still shuffling through the crowds; the dust and noise of commerce assaulting the curator from every angle. The day had been a long one spent deep within the university's archives, where Piero scurried about sorting, cataloging and discovering all sorts of wisdom. Without noticing the time, he'd cursed himself for missing a rather important appointment with a rare book dealer and now he felt appropriately punished for his lapse in etiquette.
Leaving the main throng and darting furtively into a lamp-lit alley, Piero was able to escape the market to make for a small basement shop that hid like a spider's den between a merchant's guild and tavern. With a leaded glass front that could use a good wash and rounded doorway, the small hanging sign above it proclaimed in gold flowing