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Dust floated up from the floor, enticed by the slight step of shoes. Books, long since fallen, danced anew at the slight touch of a hand. Shelves stretched and groaned at this movement, tossing even more books from their places. They opened as they fell, the worlds began to sing their stories only to be smashed into silence when the books slammed shut on the ground. A soft hand steadied itself on one of the shelves until stillness fell again. The hand was removed, and reached to one of the fallen. Gently it was lifted, dusted off by a soft breath, and stroked until it's title once again glowed in the low light.

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