The interior of the library is quiet and cool, the white marble floor covered intermittently with thick red carpet. Small globes of some glowing, crystalline material cast their soft light over the long shelves of books; here and there, a table has been set in a recessed alcove with its own globe for the convenience of the patrons.
An older woman in a businesslike black dress glances up from her post near the library's entrance. The wrinkles around her eyes grow more pronounced as she smiles to you and waves you in, holding up a finger in an admonishment to be quiet. You slip on by with a nod, looking over the shelves and off to the staircase that winds its way up to the second floor. A red rope cordons off the staircase, limiting your choices. With a shrug, you move forward to browse the tomes downstairs.
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