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The Clandestine Aristocracy

Kadira was once again taking solace in the ancient library of the Clandestine Aristocracy. Her mind still wracked with guilt and her soul onslaught by emotional turmoil that she dared not share with anyone but herself. Kadira had finally decided to recognize that there were others in her position, though she had tried to ignore this truism. Unfortunately there remained no one she could share or draw comfort from, for she rarely trusted others.

The smell of pine and decomposing paper filled her lungs. She had felt secure and comforted by libraries from an early age. The beauty of a book’s pages and the elegance of the word is a fascinating find.

To be continued…

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