Inside the main library there sit hundreds of people of all ages, all entranced by one book and surrounded by piles of ones they have read. When their current book is finished they will turn to the nearest pile of the closest person and grab the first one they see, not caring for content or length, only that their minds are occupied and their hands full of the least lethal thing within those walls.
Inside the main library there sit hundreds of people of all ages, all desperately trying to ignore the whirling masses of fabric and bones that dance about them in the hopes that someone, somewhere will put down their book for a moment too long and allow their attentions to be drawn elsewhere. The ceiling of the library is covered in the remains of those unfortunate ones who didn't reach for new books fast enough.
Inside the main library there sit hundreds of people of all ages, all starving and barely resisting the urge to bite their own tongues just to get something to drink. They sometimes manage to sneak the odd page or two to eat, anything to keep them alive long enough to slowly slip towards the main doors that seemed to ordinary and inviting from the outside.
Inside the main library there sit hundreds of people of all ages, all desperately trying to ignore the whirling masses of fabric and bones that dance about them in the hopes that someone, somewhere will put down their book for a moment too long and allow their attentions to be drawn elsewhere. The ceiling of the library is covered in the remains of those unfortunate ones who didn't reach for new books fast enough.
Inside the main library there sit hundreds of people of all ages, all starving and barely resisting the urge to bite their own tongues just to get something to drink. They sometimes manage to sneak the odd page or two to eat, anything to keep them alive long enough to slowly slip towards the main doors that seemed to ordinary and inviting from the outside.
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