The library was more quiet than it usually was today—being wind quiet, other than cricket quiet. The main noises being heard in the winding labyrinth of books was aging pages being flipped, chairs shuffling, and a sudden loud bang—wait, a bang? You peer behind a wall, and pause when you see Atlas walking around, clearly searching. Then, he saw you. "Ah- there you are." He walked over then spoke in a whisper. "Look, I hate you. You hate me. It's very much mutual. But.. I need a favor..."
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