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28 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 23, 2017

“Under no circumstances do you open the book. Is that clear?”
When I was late in responding, he peered at me. “You are not a curious boy are you? I insist on no aspirations, no predilections. Books are not to be read.”
“I haven’t read a word since my GCSEs, sir.”
He smiled. I suppressed a shudder. His teeth were spotted, like the acid foxing on old paper.
“You are not a curious boy are you? I insist on no aspirations, no predilections. Books are not to be read.”Thomas Hardy applies for a job at a library. But it’s not an ordinary library. This one houses the books and works that have been lost to mankind or were never finished or discarded. And the most important thing is, none of the works or books are meant to be read!
“It does not take long for poetry to burn. Verses are highly flammable—it’s because they were dear fuel in someone’s imagination.”
“under no circumstances do you open the book. is that clear?”
when i was late in responding, he peered at me. “you are not a curious boy are you? i insist on no aspirations, no predilections. books are not to be read.”
“i haven’t read a word since my GCSEs, sir.”
The Librarian sniffed again. “Most incomprehensible.” He departed, dragging his long coat on the ground, which rather than wiping them bare instead lined the flagstones with dust in his wake.