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Once upon a time, in Paris, there was a woman named Mary. One day, Mary walked into a bookshop. It was full with books every corner. Mary started to look for something that she's interested in. The salesman appeared and asked enthusiasticly, "Are you looking for something in particular?". She said no but there was a shelf that she had her eyes on because there was a glowing book with no title. She got closer and took the book. When she opened it, pages were blank but only one sentence at the beginning which says, "Write your dream and wait for it to come true." She find it very interesting and funny but she decided to write anyway, "I will find a gold coin tomorrow on my way to work." The other day, when she was walking to work, she really found a gold coin. She was scared but also curious. She ran into the bookshop and saw that it was disappeared.

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The Mysterious Bookshop

One rainy afternoon, a lonely girl named Elara was wandering through the forgotten streets of the old town when she stumbled upon a tiny bookshop hidden behind a cracked, dusty window. The sign above it had no name just a faded symbol of a star.

Curious, she stepped inside. The bell above the door didn’t ring it hummed, like a whisper of magic. The air smelled of old paper and wonder. Rows of ancient books stretched to the ceiling, but one shelf gleamed with an otherworldly light.

Among the books, she found a blue leather one, decorated with golden patterns and a single sentence on the cover: “Write your dream, and it shall be.”

At first, she thought it was just a decoration. But the pages inside were blank. A golden pen lay beside it, warm to the touch. Something in her heart told her this was no ordinary book.

With trembling hands, she wrote: “I want to become a superstar loved by the world not for fame, but to make people smile, to give them hope.”

The moment she finished the sentence, the ink shimmered and disappeared. The book closed itself. When Elara looked up, the bookshop had changed. It was no longer dusty or silent. Posters of her filled the walls concerts, interviews, moments of joy.

She rushed outside, confused only to find that people on the street recognized her. A girl approached her and whispered, “Your songs saved me. Thank you.”

Elara smiled, tears in her eyes. Somehow, her dream had come true. But deep inside, she knew it wasn’t just magic. It was her heart’s truest desire, finally believed.