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The bell above the door chimed. A woman entered, clutching a leather-bound book.

"I don't want money," she said, her accent soft. "I want him to be remembered. No one comes to the cemetery anymore." czechpawnshop

"Nothing," he said. "Here, we only charge for hope. Memories are free." The bell above the door chimed

Mr. Kovár studied the photograph. He did not ask why. He simply nodded, took the book, and placed it on the highest shelf, between a marionette of Faust and a pocket watch frozen at 11:17. " she said