[ The pneumatic tube releases a scrap of parchment, aged and fragile. It smells faintly of ink and dust, older than it should be. Carefully unfolding it, Giles will find a typewriter-ribboned stanza in faded black ink:
It isnβt lost, only left behind. Shelved in silence. Filed under forgetting.
No signature, no name. On the back, a faint imprint of a library stamp remains, mostly rubbed away. Whatβs left reads:
RETURNED / ____ / NEVER DUE
The blank space is torn jaggedly, as if something was forcibly removed. ]
[ Any further investigation of the Library would require a plot coin submission! ]
no subject
It isnβt lost,
only left behind.
Shelved in silence.
Filed under forgetting.
No signature, no name. On the back, a faint imprint of a library stamp remains, mostly rubbed away. Whatβs left reads:
RETURNED / ____ / NEVER DUE
The blank space is torn jaggedly, as if something was forcibly removed. ]
[ Any further investigation of the Library would require a plot coin submission! ]