You can hock almost anything at my family's pawn shop…even your own soul. You think running a pawn shop full of cursed objects with your dad and grandpops is cool? Try it for a week and get back to me. Now try picking up any random object and seeing its creeptastic history play out right before your eyes - yup, that's my little "gift." It's my job to sort out what's haunted and hexed from what's not, and do my best to keep all of us - including Bert, our ice-cream-truck-driving-lizard demon - employed. So it wasn't all sunshine, roses, and possessed samurai swords even before grandpops' heart attack - but now things are garden-gnome levels of bad. Dad made a deal with the wrong end of the dark side to save grandpops' life, putting my whole family smack dab between the forces of evil and our friendly local blow-your-pawn-shop-to-smithereens mobsters. And Lily next door…I shouldn't even be thinking about Lily. All I ever wanted was to get out of this crap town and away from my messed-up family, and instead it looks like I'm gonna have to use every scrap of magic in this joint or there won't be any family left to leave behind…

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