The Undercroft isn’t a place Remy tended to venture down to. He can count on one hand the times he’d entered and his infrequent visits were brief. However, his mind kept wandering back to the place where the slaves of the castle were kept and the tiny bookcase he remembered seeing on the tour he took his firs day on the job. After determining he needed time away from the reorganization of the library, he decided to pack a crate of books and perhaps switch out the old ones down there. He picked a variety. Some autobiographies, some historical books, science books, art ones too--poetry and fiction all mixed in too. And as he stood there in the common space where the humble bookcase stood, he pulled a few books from the shelves and began to replace them. Only midway through did he realize he wasn’t in this common room alone. Looking up and over, he noticed a tall man and grinned. “Have you been here this whole time?”
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