The library was two stories high, with built-in wooden shelves covering every wall from floor to ceiling, a deep window seat, and a ladder and walkway along the second story. It was a more organized, less cluttered version of the unused room—it held tons of stuff, but in an acceptable, presentable way. Books were stacked everywhere, and old magazines with crumbling edges teetered on the shelves and side tables. It was like an old bookstore or the best ephemera shop. I saw a Woman’s Day from 1945 with a price of two cents, and magazines called Home Life and Lady’s Almanac. Antique typewriters
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