#Chapter 500: Forgotten History

Nina My mother pushed open the large double doors, revealing the library. With the walls lined with seemingly impossibly high bookshelves, a glass ceiling and tall stained glass windows, it almost felt as if I was walking into something out of a fairytale. “What did you want to bring me in here for?” I asked as my mother and I stepped into the room. My mother smiled and took my hand, leading me through the winding bookshelves. It felt almost like a maze in here, and as I looked up at the dizzyingly high shelves, I couldn’t help but wonder just how many books were in here. “Now let’s see…” my mother muttered to herself as she began perusing the shelves. “Hmm…” “Mom,” I said, running my finger along one of the pristine books; not a speck of dust was to be found, even though the title was something about ancient burial rites, which I doubted was read very often. “How many titles are in here?” “Oh, hell if I know,” my mom said with a chuckle. “But I’m sure, whatever