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A New Reality

“You know,” Vlad turned, “If we just went back and told them we were lost, I’m sure they’ll understand,”
The fiery haired girl shook her head, “It’s too late for that now,”
A man called in a hoarse whisper, “Liz,”
The girl pulled at Vlad’s arm, and beckoned us to follow.
The man was no older than I was – maybe a year or two beyond his 25th year. His chin jutted in my direction, “Who are the new-fish?”
“Labourers from York city. This one speaks of the Library.” Liz said, “We were followed by Palads,”
“I’ll take a couple of men and lead them astray. Meet for tea later?” the young man offered a wink and a suggestive smile. Liz was neither warm to his advance nor cold.
“Perhaps,” she pushed me forward, “Come on.”
The young man’s gaze rested on me for a long while as I was led to a towering building, as charred as the rest, but was remarkably spared ruin.
Inside, wooden walls were blackened and covered in ash, tables lay broken in forgotten corners.
Liz opened a great door, and beyond were shelves of books.

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