"Yep, that's what it used to be," Cindy said, nodding. "The owner is an old lady, and she was quite glad to take her wares with her to the little crafts warehouse with its stalls that they're opening in the back alley opposite the dubious antiques shop. But she's been there a long while."
Andras vaguely remembered something else being there, but knows that the memory is not real, nor that of a little blue wooden fellow he got as a gift...
"That picture!" he said, pointing to the camera in Cindy's hand, "I think that one captures it best. That's probably fit to print." Beat. "You know, Fin, there's all sorts of stuff down the basements on that side of the Square. There's connections, too. That's where the guy used to hide who Pangolin hired to terrorise shopkeepers around here when they were trying to knock everything down and build a mall. He must've been down there for decades."