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432 pages, Paperback
First published October 4, 2016
I am leaving the library when Miss Fowler stops me, peering through her glasses like the are windows in a house where she lives alone. She says, "Charlie, a patron saw you ripping up books."
"I didn't," I say. These words sound true, but Miss Fowler holds up the Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Bits of paper flutter from its edges like snow.
I know a man in that book. He was trapped underground, dying in the dark and the antiquated language. He coughed then. He rustles in the pocket of my windbreaker now.
From elsewhere, Miss Fowler says, "Give me the pages."