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After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

“They’re yours too. Take whatever you want.” “Really?” Her eyes sparkled. Lucas chuckled. “Yes. Pick them quickly.” Almost flying, she ran towards the shelves that made Lucas shook his head smilingly. “I promise to take only one or two books. Any recommendation?” “The shelves at the inner corner, I called them section of imagination. I put all books that entertain me there. You’ll like it.” She let a chuckle escape as she stepped towards the corner. “Section of imagination. What an odd name.”

And lastly, the books in this section look even older than the ones that Rhode was looking at. I take a closer look at the shelves to see that most of the so-called books are mostly loose papers that are poorly bound. Some look so ancient I worry that the papers will crumble into dust if I touch them. But I pull out a few anyway, sneezing my head off in the process and trying to find something about the silly legend of Udbhava.

“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.”

I start to rifle through the old musty smelling box of books that had been left on my porch, when I notice a little children’s book. I see the symbol of the Golden Children’s Books printed on it, then a little sticker on the binding indicating that it belongs to the library catches my eye. Examining it closer, the pages are bent back and discolored, but the book is still in suitable condition. My nails peel at the tape as I fidget and try to figure out what to do next.

If the spine of the book was with gold, the other side of that is painted either with a mesmerising landscape or scene, or a pattern that was so beautiful it might as well be a wall paper for the houses of everyone. “Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— fina

He was not even a fan of books so she wondered why he was suddenly interested in reading in. She did not mind his suggestion as she wanted to soak in the beauty and smell of the place for as long as possible. She was going to read in anyway. "We have a variety of books that you can choose from. From comic books to X-rated books. " the girl said pointing in the direction of the books. "We also provide a self care service where you can order any kind of meal and have it delivered on the condition that it is only eaten within the compartment provided for you" the girl explained.

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The kind meant for older kids but that August had started gravitating toward because picture books didn't have enough words. "This one is about a robot who wants to be an astronaut." Carter held up the first book. "And this one is about deep sea creatures. Real ones, not made up. And this one—" He pulled out a thick hardcover. "This one is about how bridges are built. It has diagrams." August's eyes went huge. He took the bridge book with both hands like Carter had given him something precious. Opened to the first page where there was indeed a detailed diagram of bridge architecture. "This is mine? To keep?"

Well, she seems to forget that in case I get killed in my sleep, we both die. I strolled to each section of the library but there is a particular section that seem different. The books are few as I glance around. Few shelves with neatly packed books, mostly with animal pictures as I stared but my eyes didn't fail to notice the paintings hanging on the wall. They seem to come alive with the way they stared back, threatening to tear me apart at any sign of aggression.