The Boy In the Library
There is something romantic about the Central Library. The world is always quiet in there. The perfect tranquillity of life and the odour of knowledge and emotions resting calmly between the crispy pages. The...
There is something romantic about the Central Library. The world is always quiet in there. The perfect tranquillity of life and the odour of knowledge and emotions resting calmly between the crispy pages. The...
Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...
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