In the Library there are no Mirrors.
The aged librarian never gazes into mirrors; he has ceased to search for liver-spots, and he doesn’t need to know how much his skin has ceased to tightly wrap his […]
The aged librarian never gazes into mirrors; he has ceased to search for liver-spots, and he doesn’t need to know how much his skin has ceased to tightly wrap his […]
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