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Sara spent more than an hour in the bookstore, considering her options. They seemed to have every genre she could imagine, but very few titles she was familiar with. She wasn’t sure whether that was a surprise or not, but she didn’t feel disappointed by it. A bookstore full of books she had never heard of was a bookstore full of books she had never read.
She trailed her fingers along the worn spines, noting that most books seemed to be used and almost all were paperback. So fragile. She felt a bit awed that all of it was free. In a closed community the difference between a library and a used bookstore began to break down.
Cradling a small book in her hands, something with a dramatic dragon curving on its cover and the familiar smell of aging paper wafting from within, Sara felt the n
