Edgar Allan Poe
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The library was one of those places you’d go to in almost any state of mind. You’d leave feeling relaxed and calmed no matter what. The books and novels had you engulfed and you couldn’t escape.
You had walked in and alongside that same man from before. He always walked in the same exact time as you and he always sat in the same section as you. Perhaps he was simply another man trapped by the words on the pages.