Mr. Linden's Library
He had, as a matter of course, warned her about The Book. Still, best to check on her. You never knew with girls.
Mr. Linden sighed, put down his coffee cup, and made his way arthritically up the stairs. They creaked even under his paltry weight. He reached the summit, paused for a moment to catch his breath�Mr. Linden had received a wound in The War, and hadn't recovered fully since�then turned off right, towards the Library.
The room was not, in point of fact, a library. It was actually a courtroom�Mr. Linden and his wife, Ms. Linden, lived in an old courthouse. It still had many of the trappings
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