Tag: suan ming
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at the stroke of midnight
It smelt like every other library, though it was certainly different after dark. The perfume from the books was stronger at night, sweeter and more pungent, made all the more noticeable by the lingering whiff of coffee. Mila stumbled behind the others, torch in hand. Andrik led their little group through the shelves, all the while…
Jessica A. McMinn 