Eidolon Ave: The Second Feast
Until, having landed, she stood once again in a valley, shadowed by towering shelves of dusty spines and faded pages.
“Not a reader?” he said after a brief pause.
“Oh no, no, I am.” She raked her fingers through her hair. A nervous tick, the old guy creeping her out despite her having been there for less than ten minutes. “But it’s all Kindle. A lot easier that way.” She chuckled.
He did not.
“But those aren’t books,” he said.
“Of course they are.” Raising her head, she caught his eye. Challenged him.
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