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Closing Time
Wren's aunt was the librarian at Hollowmere, which meant Wren spent every afternoon among the shelves. Which meant Wren was the only one still there, at 6:01 pm, when the library took a very long, very deep breath.
The shelves leaned in. The pages rustled like leaves. And from somewhere deep in the stacks, a small voice said: "Finally. Someone who listens."