Not needing to sleep left me time to read; I was on the second book he’d produced since joining the afterlife. I had twenty more to peruse. Dan was studying far less lighthearted material. I shuddered at the title of his choice, Twisted Paths: The Snarled Mind of the Serial Killer. He made notes on a piece of paper the library had kindly supplied him with. I’d been astonished to learn that when you used the library’s supplies, they never declined. The building had a memory of its own all right, but to keep his notes from disappearing, Dan had to tuck them in his pocket or store them elsewhere. What the library didn’t possess on the day it burned down ceased to exist in our world the moment you took your attention away from it. The only contradiction to that rule was the new books produced by now dead authors. Those appeared without warning, somehow finding room on the already stuffed shelves. It was weird but fascinating. Tristan popped into our midst, and I stiffened for an instant before recognizing he’d left his vampire façade behind.
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