The Archivist's Desk
I, child? Who am I? That is of no consequence to you or your species. Suffice it to say that I was here before you were born, and I will be here after you are dead. However, while you yet live, you may serve a purpose to me… Take this book and don't bring it back until you're dead. I'll see you in seventeen years. And don't make me come searching for your ghost, damn it. I've consumed many a soul in my day, and I do not like to be annoyed in my old age…

From "The Book of Four Fingers," by Jericho Benalsh, The Seventh Archivist of the Library


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