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There was nothing Ava Harper loved more than the smell of old books.
A pang of regret resonated through her at having left her book sitting on her dresser at home.
Words had power.
She learned a long time ago that she said the wrong things at the wrong times, only thinking of the right reply several hours later. Usually around three in the morning when there was nothing
but the isolating darkness of her room to appreciate her belated wit.
“I’m a librarian,” Ava answered proudly. “I love to learn.”
Aristotle once said that patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
It was so very like the Nazis to use a woman’s love for her family to coerce her into building the very weapons and machinery that would continue to keep them enslaved.
