By the time I got to the library I was so wet I started to wonder if they would even let me in.
Guarding the steps, two lions snarled at the passersby, a front paw on stone orbs. On nice days, people could sit under them and read, sheltered from wind or sun, but still enjoy the fresh air. Today was not one of those days. Instead, the lions sheltered only a few stray leaves and an empty bag of Cheetos.
I entered quietly shedding my dripping houserobe at the automatic doors and dropping it on a bench. Immediately I am welcomed with warmth, quiet, and the smell of decaying paper. The place was nearly empty, as usual, so I had no trouble weaving through the isles to the vacant computer desk, save for one old man, who I quickly evaded.
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