Flylane Bookstore.

This store lay empty, the books left on shelves to be preserved evermore. The shop's windows that used to shine so brightly, now are dead, cold, and dark. Not a page has been turned in any book here for almost a decade, except for the random breeze that pops up to rustle the pages that author's poured their time so laborously into, maybe trying to breath life into the well-preserved pages, with no sunlight reaching past the windows. It is whitewashed from time, but the store still holds some charm, and is nice and warm, so you will find many dogs in here from time to time keeping warm and sleeping in the stacks of books.