The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."
The End.
But as I turned to go back, the shop was gone. The alleyway was empty, save for a small piece of paper on the ground. On it, a message was scrawled in faint handwriting: inside no. 9
"What do you want to forget?" Mr. Finch asked, his voice low and soothing. The shopkeeper chuckled