In yet another suspicious, insular village, Caleb Widogast intends to keep his head down and his accent hidden. While his companions announce themselves with reckless charm, he slips out before dawn to assess the town on his own terms. What he doesn’t expect to find is a quietly open bookshop—warm, crooked, and impossibly inviting. Drawn inside by old hunger and older habits, Caleb lets curiosity override caution and asks after arcane texts—only to realize too late that his carefully concealed