Finally, to get out of the rain, Rory ducked into a tent he saw set up for some sale. The clerk was nowhere to be found, there were books sitting in boxes on a sea of tables, and he busied himself combing through them for several minutes, just trying to wait out the rain, see how long it lasted, if it was going to be a brief downpour or an extended one.
He saw a lot of titles that interested him. If the business had been open already, he would have bought some. He saw a security guard around the corner. He made himself discreet.
He slipped away before much longer.
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