Chapter 4
Anne opened her eyes inside a massive library, the biggest one she’s ever seen, even bigger than the one at the university in the city. The wood and metal shelves stretched away in all directions as far as she could see. Even when she leaned her head back far enough to feel dizzy, she couldn’t see the tops of them or the ceiling.
Only hundreds, thousands, millions of books in every shape, size, and color.
Well, stacked impossibly high and forever out of reach in what she was starting to suspect was a dream, they were still books. More than she could read in her life, in a hundred lives. Anne smiled and hugged herself, turning in a circle to look at as much as she could. She breathed in the warm, welcoming scent of all that paper without even a hint of the dust or sharp cleaner
