I live in a world of paper. I love the desert because it is dry and generally kind to books.
I have never not been a librarian.
I acquired two guns when I was sixteen after I killed a man who was trying to steal from the collection. The man killed my parents, with the guns, before I killed him. I added the guns into the accession books and the bodies into the desert. I had never realized before that things of an intellectual value could also have an extrinsic value. I became more careful.
The library, Fogg Library, is not typically open anymore. I long for a day when people might enter and that I could trust them, but people are shifty, deceitful.
A semblance of a town is around me now... I suppose the well brought them here. That's fine. I doubt anyone knows what this building is... except for the people that seek it. I fear them.