The Dusty Library
You step into the big room. Tall books reach up, up, up.
An old man sees your paper. He smiles a soft smile.
"I know this word," he whispers. He points to a small door. He holds out an old book.
You step into the big room. Tall books reach up, up, up.
An old man sees your paper. He smiles a soft smile.
"I know this word," he whispers. He points to a small door. He holds out an old book.