Dreaming of Flowers
Chepi says from behind me as her hand gently guides me towards a doorway.
"So I've heard."
The library through the door is pretty impressive, I have to say.
The walls had handmade shelves built onto them, all holding dozens upon dozens of thick, tall books. It was at least a thousand books, spanning across a room the size of an average American classroom I would say.
"Wow." I breathe, moving towards the books and running a finger across the spines. I pull out a random book. It's large, probably a foot either way. Made of thick leather binding and heavy, creamy colored pages.
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