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Lady Andrea, ne fur, found that the doors to the library were, well, not
to put too fine a point on it, gone. Something had ripped them right off
of their hinges. But the splinters were covered with dust and her furry
nose (something she was still getting used to) told her nobody had been
about for a long, long time. The library behind was pretty fascinating. It started twenty feet wide, slanted away at an angle, stopped when things got two hundred feet wide, and then met at the far end. The doors there looked just fine. Not only this...but there was a second level, accessible through spiral short staircases at the widest spot and spiral staircases near the doors. Or lack of doors at this end. Several work tables, some sofas and a few free standing shelves were set carefully on blue carpet with dark black swirly designs. Other then this, the floor was solid, dusty oak, the color of rich, earth riverbank mud. Light came from several chandaliers sitting over open areas of floor. They seemed to grab the torchlight and fling it about like kids with flower petals. Seeing this, Andrea quickly used her torch to light a lantern hanging from underneath one of the spiral staircases. She blew her torch out and stored it away. Obeying a vague impulse, little more then a hunch, she ventured up the staircase. The metal creaked softly. Dust rose in soft whirls around her paws, for the place had been unused in some time. The second floor was only ten feet wide, with shelves built into the wall itself. High quality shelves. Andrea rubbed some dust away on a frame and saw her furred face reflected in wood that might have even come from across the sea. Books filled every available inch of the well-done shelves. This seemed to the be the historical fiction section. The Battle Of Califine from the point of view of a scullery maid...the war that led to the Three Kingdoms from a lonely dragon's perspective...a time traveller going back to the creation of Allaria and saving the legendary King Bender from evil warriors from the year 1899. "Seven hundred years from now?" Andrea thought. "How in the world could you possibly build some sort of realistic world based on that far in the future? It's silliness." Andrea felt compelled to stay in the historical fiction section. But why?
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