I have not left this library for three weeks by my best count as well as that of the grandfather clock in the corner by the infuriatingly unlocked door. Not to piss, not to eat, not to see the sun. The clock chimes as loud as a church bell at noon and at midnight, every single day. So, I can hardly fail to keep track. I have opened the door many times. I would only have to take a single step out of this room and into the next.
