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The next day
As she walked, the gentle rustling of her white dress and the soft flutter of her black cardigan seemed to whisper secrets to the morning air, while her calm demeanor masked the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Despite her tranquil exterior, Aurora's mind was racing with worries and uncertainties, her thoughts a jumbled mix of hopes and fears as she made her way to the shop, the destination unknown to anyone but her.
She took a sharp turn towards a narrow alley and stood in front of the familiar shop , the worn wooden door, adorned with a small brass bell, creaking in the gentle morning breeze seemed to whisper secrets of its own as Aurora pushed it open, the musty scent of old books and forgotten treasures wafting out to greet her . As she entered the shop , she couldn't help but think how , just two days ago she was taken to a whole another world by the strange camera because of which she now had to work in the strange shop.
The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft ticking of an old clock in the corner and the faint creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath her feet. Aurora's eyes scanned the shelves, lined with dusty vases, antique jewelry, and forgotten trinkets, but there was no sign of James Jenkins, the shop's enigmatic proprietor. 
As she glanced down at the watch, the worn leather strap creaked softly, Aurora's eyes widened slightly with a mixture of relief and disappointment - 8:00 AM, exactly on time. She had arrived precisely at the appointed hour, as agreed upon with Mr Jenkins. She couldn't help but admit , she was a bit excited about the whole magical world thing along with something or someone else. 
Aurora's voice echoed through the dimly lit shop, her words hanging in the air like a whispered secret as she called out, "Mr Jenkins ? Is anyone here?" The only response was the creaking of the old wooden shelves and the soft hum of the morning sun filtering through the dusty windows, leaving Aurora with a sense of unease and anticipation. 
Suddenly, she heard a thud sound . Her curiosity got the best of her as she moved forward with caution , trying to see who or what it was that made the sound. She came to a halt when she saw a man, no more than four feet tall, sat on the wooden floor, his grey eyes looking up at her with a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he rubbed the dirt off his glasses. His black hair was mussed, and his grey suit was rumpled from his fall, but he seemed to be taking it in stride. His small hands moved methodically to clean the lenses, his fingers smudging the dirt around rather than removing it. Despite his predicament, there was something endearing about his dignified demeanor, as if he were a miniature businessman who had just had a bit of an unexpected setback.
With a quiet dignity, the half-foot stood up, his glasses still slightly askew, and extended a hand in greeting. "I am Heufus Stonebeard, a humble scholar and naturalist," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "And you are...?" He paused, his eyes squinting slightly behind the smeared lenses, as if trying to see her more clearly. Despite the initial awkwardness, his demeanor was surprisingly dignified, and she found herself responding with a sense of curiosity and respect.