Perhaps the cheapest but most worthless thrift store on this side of the country. It is run by a wimpy and forever-nervous man named Chester Pratt, who would desperately sell you anything, and buy anything from you--even if it came by illegal means. He has but one part-time employee, a young girl, but even she has threatened to quit the job with reports of under-the-table payments and unsafe conditions.

Small but filled with books, the perfect place to trade in your books for cash or credit, or buy used books at a cheaper price. All books relating to us Others are located in the back room, cloaked in magic to hide it from human eyes.