Abellona’s is, indeed, situated in a small storefront on Main Street, the name neatly painted on the window over a glowing OPEN sign. Amber ducks in first, to make sure they’re not interrupting anything important, and then waves Landis, Grace, and Mal inside. A bell chimes as Grace pushes the door open. The front of the psychic shop is set up like a waiting room, chairs lined up against the wall facing a table full of magazines about the occult and a secretary’s desk with a large jar of chocolates in eyeball-patterned wrappers. Next to the desk is a thick, beaded curtain that must be the entrance to the main part of the shop.
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Abellona’s is, indeed, situated in a small storefront on Main Street, the name neatly painted on the window over a glowing OPEN sign. Amber ducks in first, to make sure they’re not interrupting anything important, and then waves Landis, Grace, and Mal inside. A bell chimes as Grace pushes the door open. The front of the psychic shop is set up like a waiting room, chairs lined up against the wall facing a table full of magazines about the occult and a secretary’s desk with a large jar of chocolates in eyeball-patterned wrappers. Next to the desk is a thick, beaded curtain that must be the entrance to the main part of the shop.