The Invisible Library by Geneveive Cogman

 Irene was torn between thinking Thank goodness I'm on the ground and That's what comes of sloppy vocabulary and word choice.


There was nothing wrong with being curious about how a story turned out, after all, she was a librarian.  It went with the job.

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