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Here is how you make a sheet of parchment: Soak a pelt in a
scouring bath until it softens. Scrape the hair off. Treat the
skin with astringent tannic acids. Rack and torture until
tight.
And here’s how you make a story: Soak a life in
mortality. Scrape the soul.

Once upon a time. Long, long ago. Someday. And then what happened?
Living author or dead, written or not, your story shakes
the world. That’s common sense to a muse, and the idea librarians are supposed to honor. That every story, every human, matters.
The hard part is convincing ourselves first.

He could see it now, the tic in her jaw, the way her
shoulders trembled, just a flicker, before setting themselves hard against the
world.

Books have songs, songs have stories, and then there're humans at the heart of the jumbled mess. I've come to the conclusion that yiu can't just subtract a human from the story, no matter how hard you try.

There's more to a story than just its pages.

Humans, stories, tragedies, and wishes—
everything leaves ripples in the world. Nothing we do is not
felt; that’s a comfort. Nothing we do is not felt; that’s a
curse.

But Claire lived by the firm moral philosophy that one could never have too many pockets, too many books, or too much tea.

But Claire lived by the firm moral philosophy that one could never have too many pockets, too many books, or too much tea.