Silas Mistbourne owns a store, The Whispering Ephemera, downtown. It was a strange place—'Supernatural' multiple people claim.

The Whispering Ephemera deals with certain antiques. No one except Silas knows for sure where they come from. They always have a specific purpose and always have a massive drawback. Always. You call them cursed.

You find yourself in front of the register, asking him to take one back. He simply grins at you. "No returns, I'm afraid."