With no hands-free ways to get inside Dimic's Everlasting Ink and the risk of being caught by a roaming fae or a sketchy witch like Ty, I had to rely on magic. Not what I wanted to do, but I didn't want the building to look like I'd smashed through the front door with my boots either.
I kept walking past the shop toward The Witch's Tit, a tiny grocery store a few buildings down. Someone walked out the store's door as I strolled inside. It always smelled like cleaning chemicals in here, as if the shopkeeper doused all the fruits and vegetables after they'd been picked through. Since we didn't have much sunlight in eternal winter, this produce was grown on the edge of the city using special grow lights. I knew this random fact because Mom had been playing around with indoor gardening before she died.