Satina
could smell the paper from the street facing entrance. She stood just inside the stone arch and
inhaled the crisp, slightly-musty aroma of old knowledge. Outside the nook, the sea still dominated the
evening air, tangy and full of salt and fish and other slippery creatures. Here, however, she could block out the tide
for a moment and enjoy the smells of home.
Stories lived here, and any town that boasted an archive, that still
cared about what once was, was worth her time.
(from Unlikely
(Kingdoms Gone, Book 1) by Frances Pauli)
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