Kami Shalom

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It took her a few seconds to realize she’d stopped in the middle of the crowd. Then she noticed what she’d been staring at. Books. They reeled her in, a hook caught in the softness of her belly, the line snapping taut, tugging until she found herself in front of the merchant, her fingers hovering over the leather-bound volumes on display.
The Librarian of Burned Books
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