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The library was a third illustrious and recognizable library in Wicklow for encompassing historical quixotic and idealistic fictions. They pushed the heavy doors open and entered into the reception area inhaling the smell of old books. "Hello, Ms Kate!" Louisa and Sheila greeted a middle-aged woman, sitting behind her desk reading a book. Ms Kate Long was a frumpy woman, and she was fanatical about books, and had always said; 'There's no-one like her who adored books like a possessive demon.' She was divorced without having children, and she thought of books as her family.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

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He replied. The next morning, Arielle went to the bookstore, she saw the board ‘Closed’ hanging there, she had come way too early, the store wasn’t ‘open’ yet. She then leaned against the door and tried to peek inside, she found him coming out of the kitchen with his coffee mug on his hand he then proceeded to his large leather chair, keeping the coffee at the side, he picked the book from the table and with a red marker on his hand, he began his read.

There were no clues whatsoever. And then something occurred to her. “Read it again,” she said. “Slowly.” “‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’” “Beside,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What?” he asked. “It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” she said. They both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside them.

Sinclair encouraged. "I'm afraid to trust again. To love him again." There. That was her problem. "I became deaf because of my stepmother," Sin confessed. "Her abuse started when I was four years old. Her favorite spot was my head. My lobes. Until my eardrums shattered. She left me alone when I was thirteen." She sipped her water to clear her throat and continued. "I thought I'd never be complete. Never feel love. Until Nicholas. He stayed even though I kept pushing him away. He saved me from me and showed me love, Arie. All I had to do was give him the chance." The young Viscountess smiled with love reflected in her soft brown eyes. "It will not be easy. Love never is. But it is worth it."

“ So listen to me carefully and follow every word that I say to him. Earth gave a nod and just waited for him to give the instructions. When Lark finished, his eyes became so round and he looked like his blood all came to his cheeks as he blushed upon learning the ways. “Are you for real?” he asked to confirm “You don’t believe me? Then forget it, this will only give him a bad impression of you for living him out there alone. Can you believe a friend you are close to would ever leave you for who knows how long? And do you think that just the two of us would be enough to look for the book you are looking for? Every day this room arranges its book on its own and I learned that the pieces of in

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he questions. I nod my head. "Yes," I say again. "I've always loved reading." "Book," he says in a gruff voice. "Liffatin. Can you repeat that back to me?"Liffatin," I repeat. "That's a beautiful word. You know, back in my kingdom there was a little shop called a library and it harbored many, many books. Some were sad, some were happy, some were full of action and tales of courageous princes and princesses, fictional tales of fire-breathing dragons and fairies and demons. A book is where imagination takes flight."