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A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

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An old woman wave from the other side of the road,castus ride over looking at the almost run down library she's in "in need of a book?" "No" The old woman let out a snicker. "Same as you all,the new generations are always different not interested in anything but bread like the brown and blue haired girl,always hungry for something other than a book"The old woman remove her gaze from castus,he frown and descend his horse. "Brown and blue?that sure is weird,how much is the books?" Castus mask his curiosity by checking the books. " It's free, it's free"The old woman beam " Take any as much as you want"

“I looked them over once. These are no good. That rectangular box is full of obscene images and videos of naked men and women. There were more than a hundred of them in one file. The people in each one are also different from the other. Some have two or more women, all in different poses. They were even children who haven’t grown breast! Such depravity! And this book. I asked Ellie to scan it over. She found more than one scene depicting both men doing those unspeakable acts. They were even written in such a way that makes people’s imagination go beyond irredeemable path. It’s creatively done but how can you people enjoy reading something like this? It’s very disappointing.

“Pictures?“, he asked. “A portrait but it is on demand and almost instant.“, she replied. “We have stores that sell books that have nothing but pictures in them. They are called magazines.” “What a world you must have lived in.“, he said as he looked her over. “It must make this one seem pathetic by comparison.”

Sounds good. Wish I could join you.... Then I get a quick shot of the cover. What on earth's she reading? Tipping back her book to see the jacket, it's a bright splash of cartoon figures against a gentian blue sky. Smiley faced men and women frolic with a dog in front of a kids' classic 'first house drawing': a square box, with a triangle of a roof and a window in each corner. I peer at the blurb on the back.... "A few weeks ago, it was finite element analysis and Fourier series. Now you're reading chick-lit?"

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

"Well, I mean—" "No, really," she shook her head, her silver hair swaying at the motion, "we're giving the books to you for free. As I said, this is a dream place for us bookworms. We may have horrors and gores written on papers here, but no fishy businesses. So—"she put the books back on my grasp, making my hat fall out—"just take these and enjoy yourself." I looked down at the books on my arms and shifted my eyes back and forth between the two ladies. "Are you sure—"

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.

She looked casual as she had expected herself to so she nodded her head in confirmation ready to go. She picked up each book and stuffed them into a canvas bag. With a canvas bag slung over her shoulder, Elaine stepped through the library's grand entrance. The familiar scent of aged pages and polished wood greeted her, invoking a sense of calmness that only a library could offer. As she made her way to the desk, Elaine couldn't help but admire the library's well-organized arrangement. The books were neatly aligned on shelves, grouped by genre and marked with labels indicating their respective categories. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, and poetry each had their dedicated sections, creatin