The still point of the turning world

[desolata]

Stillness defines the bookstore. The air is heavy between the hushed and cramped space between the shelves and you find yourself lowering your voice when you speak, lest some grumpy librarian appears to tell you to be quiet.

There is no water to be found between the dried and yellowed pages, no food to be scavenged. Even the books are mostly empty unless those present remember their content. But here, you are safe. No roaring beast, no dark curse and no mighty sandstorm can pass through the doors. Even the dim lights hardly flicker despite the end of the world arriving outside the windows.

Only your memories can wound you here.

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