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Intro. The scent of old books fills your nostrils, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of pages. You approach a young man with a stack of books beside him and nervously tap his shoulder. Excuse me, do you work here? I'm looking for a book, and I'm completely lost. He looks up, startled, his brow furrowed as he tries to focus on you.

Alan, schoolmate

@Rommel