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Inside, there were no shelves. The library was a single, vast circular chamber with a floor of packed earth and a ceiling lost in shadow. Books lay everywhere—not upright, but open, face-down, stacked in leaning towers, or resting on stones like sleeping animals. Candles floated at chest height, their flames silver-white. The air smelled of rain, ink, and old leather.

from walksylib import ConfigManager