Not just a librarian. The Librarian. And this Library dwarfed that of Alexandria, containing works from before humans walked the earth.
Donna walked the aisles every time she could get away from her other responsibilities. She trailed her fingertips along the spines of worn leather volumes, of cheap paperbacks...
Her favorites, though, were the illuminated manuscripts. Paint on parchment, beauty living long after the artist's death. An art that has died forever. She doesn't dare to touch the pages too much - but whenever she can, she sits at a table in the very back of the stacks, turning crackling pages very carefully.
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