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The rain was hitting the tall windows of the Cedarville Public Library like handfuls of gravel. Owen sat at the front desk, scrolling through the late return fees on his computer monitor, the blue light reflecting off his wire-rimmed glasses. It was 8:47 PM on a Friday. The library stayed open until nine on Fridays, a policy Owen had never understood. Nobody came in on Friday nights. Nobody except the rain and the quiet.

Should I head home, or find somewhere else to hide away for a while? I decided to head to the library late to work on the corrections for my proposal. Lost in concentration, I didn’t realize how quickly time was passing until the librarian approached me gently. "Sweetheart, it's already 10. We're closing the library now," she said with a sympathetic smile. "If you plan to study all night, you'll have to come back on Friday. We're open 24/7 until exam season ends," she added kindly. "But tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

UPSTAIRS IT'S CHAOS AS usual. Biblio only officially opens at six for dinner, but the preparations start in the early afternoon. There's inventory to take, plates to wash, stock to prepare, gelato to freeze. Every time I walk into Biblio's entrance I love to imagine the first impression diners get of it. It's massive – a double vaulted ceiling with chandeliers illuminating tapestries and old paintings. Oak bookshelves crowded with books bought in second hand stores line most of the walls.

There are 48 kinds of periodicals and an increasing collection of e-books, as the institution has adopted the changing technology of the times. When he entered the library, he found the bronze bust of its donor near the entrance and he also noticed several students who were sitting at their tables reading silently the books they had in their hands. Lin approached the reception desk at which a middle-aged woman greeted him with a smile. Lin asked, “I want to find and read Guardian Magazines. Are they available?” She looked at Lin and nodded. She said, “Can you please fill your name and I.D number in the ledger book? Are you a student or an outsider?”

The walk to the bookstore was shorter than she expected. Nestled between two larger buildings, its faded sign read "Willow’s Nook.” A small bell chimed as they stepped inside, and the scent of old paper and polished wood greeted them. The librarian was a small lady with a bob cut and cat eyed glasses, probably in her fifties. The space was cozy, with narrow aisles lined with overflowing shelves and dim lamps casting a warm glow. It felt like stepping into another world, one untouched by time.

Claire answered her. "See you in the morning, boss. Have a good night." Lizzie wished her. After greeting the girl, Claire went back to setting up the room. That evening, they hosted one of their Meetings with the author, so they kept the library/tea room open past closing time. The turnout of customers and curious people had been terrific, and they had to increase the number of seats to accommodate as many as possible. Those kinds of initiatives were attracting more and more people, and the work for the two girls was becoming more and more strenuous.

What was so odd and magnetic about that black book? She wanted to continue reading, but she pulled out her mobile phone and glanced at the bright screen. It read 1:00 a.m. She figured she shouldn't stay in the library any longer; she had to wake up early and start her grueling chores with the other maids in just a few hours. Getting up from the chair, she carefully walked out of the library, pulling the heavy oak doors shut behind her. Turning on the small flashlight from her phone, she began the tense walk back to her bedroom.

Fortunately, Irya' likes doing house chores so that kind of works suits her. After chatting for a while, Irya'excused herself. As he followed her glimmering trails of pixie dust with the corner of his eyes, Noel leaned against the wooden chair behind the reception table and glanced at the clock. 2 o'clock in the morning. It might be because the library just opened, but for now there’s not much visitors visiting the library. He's hoping to get any visitor even if it means animals or spirits. Suddenly, the main door bell chimed and a silhouette came in. A man with a tall figure appeared behind the door. As he monitored his surroundings, he adjusted his semi circle pair of glasses.

The duo biked to the public library which was a twenty minute ride, from the house. The library was almost filled up, despite it just being eight in the morning on a weekend. It really seemed like there were others who were super excited to read as they were. They found a spot next to a large window and sat on opposite sides of each other as they brought out their textbooks and post it notes and began studying.

If that's so, then he's not what I had thought. "Oh, that's great! Then we should go and talk to him." Tessa claps and smiles. "Yeah, definitely. We should go right now." Alex adds. "Yea-ahhh." I fake excitement. "But don't you both think it's too late now? Well, the library must be closed by now." "It's 9 p.m Cinn! The library stays open till midnight. We should go right now and talk to- what is his name?" "Branson. "