
After 47 Days of Vigil, the Books in the Library Became Refined
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Day 47, Lin Xiaoman recited into the air, The sound hit the bookshelves, It bounced back with a different tone. Like someone scratching the bamboo slips with their fingernails. The drawer lock of the borrowing desk, It's a new brass lock that was replaced yesterday. It's spinning in circles at the moment. The sound of grinding teeth came from the lock cylinder. She opened the drawer, The cover of "Strange Stories" glowed coldly, It's two fingers thicker than yesterday. The fox tail hair caught on page 73 last night, Gone, In its place was a note. The edges of the paper are tinged with bluish black, Like moss soaked in ink. I am the night watchman of the municipal library, and I have only one rule: before the sun goes down every day, I must send back the extra items in "Strange Stories" intact. But today, things in the book started to come to me.
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