The gate clicked shut too loudly behind her, and I stood frozen for a moment too long. Afraid to go after her, afraid to take the time to look at what she’d passed me, I slipped down the stairs to the underground barracks and felt the way through the dank black to my bunk.
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The Library of Borrowed Lives — Part 3
It was blank.
Both facing pages were completely blank. Nerves burning a hole in the pit of my stomach, I knelt and tentatively flipped to another. Still blank. I quickly thumbed through the entire second half – not a single word, symbol, or picture printed in the book.
The Library of Borrowed Lives — Part 2
No one I had ever met had ever learned to read.
And yet here they were, books by their hundreds, being shelved day after day after day by dozens of unquestioning workers happy only to have a temporary job and a roof and a meal.
The Library of Borrowed Lives — Part 1
In the corner of the library, behind row on row of shelves, past the dusty and the musty and the entirely disused, there is a door without a handle.
Aly Writes 