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The golden sun casts its long, languid strands of light down upon the timeworn library floor through the lattice of a leaded glass window; dust particles dance in the sunbeams like fleeting memories of distant days gone. This is a quiet place of reflection. The midday sun heats the air of the little old wooden building and the ancient books within. Here lies the library of the world; it is in this hallowed place beyond the grasp of time that I may pen my paltry additions to the vast story of this realm. In hope that under sun, moon, or some other stranger star, the meager thoughts scribed in this place may be read once more. I, too, was once here.