wondering about the dusty furniture left behind. they sit in neat little rows, like soldiers waiting to be called to duty. there are chairs next to these four-legged, tiny tables, and i ask bran about them.
we enter, and i stop as i see what this room is. even though the roof has collapsed on a large portion of it, there are ancient books in here, some still in decent condition. i can’t contain my excitement as i hurry to where they are lined up next to each other, and pull first one, and then another, from the shelf, holding them close so i can see their covers in the dim 