I was stupefied by how she was able to also add the last part in which I was thinking a moment ago. “How…?”, I gazed at her hard, searching her face – her expression. She tittered and sat down on one of the rocks as she leaned on her old cane for support – groaning in the process, then she looked at me, motioning for the rock opposite of hers. I gaped my mouth, closing and opening it as I wondered again at the rock that wasn’t there before when I got here. I slowly walked towards the rock and sat, never breaking my eye contact with the old librarian before me. I gulp a lump on my throat, nervous and cautious streaming up my system. She cleared her throat raspily and asked, “You are Selina Anderson, correct?” “Y-yes,” I r
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