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The Librarian…19

The detective gathered his wits, however many or few there were, and ran after the women.  He had them in sight when they…simply disappeared.  He stopped and looked around, but they were gone. The picture turned to ash in the … Continue reading

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The Librarian…18

The photograph was laying on the counter when they returned from lunch.  Surprisingly, the detective had not followed them.  They thought that he might, so they had ordered an extra-large, thin crust, extra crispy, pizza with lots of cheese, mushrooms, … Continue reading

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The Librarian…17

“So, neither of you knows who this guy is?” asked detective Stone, holding up a picture of Terrance Gordon. The Librarian and Dusa shook their heads. “This is the third body left outside this building, in a matter of days.” … Continue reading

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The Librarian…16

“You don’t look so good,” said the Librarian.  “Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital?” “My brother is dead,” said the pale man, leaning against the library counter. “You said that on the phone.” “It’s your fault.” “Actually, it’s not.  … Continue reading

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The Librarian…15

“Is he dead?” asked Mr. Waters, staring at the man sprawled on the grass. “Looks like it,” said the Librarian, kicking the body.  “Did you call the police?” “No.  I did NOT.  This is you problem.” “It’s a UNIVERSITY problem.  … Continue reading

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The Librarian…14

“So?” asked the Librarian. “I put in for the complete annihilation of the human male species on this planet, but my request was denied.” The Librarian nodded.  “I knew they wouldn’t let you do it.” “Something about balance,” sighed Dusa. … Continue reading

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The Librarian…13

“How can you allow these things to continue?” asked Dusa, once the meeting was over.  “The stories those women told, the violence, the things they have been forced to endure, the fear and hatred.  I don’t understand, Librarian.  It’s as … Continue reading

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The Librarian…12

“Your wing should be fine,” said the Librarian.  “No real damage.” “Thanks.  I hate those drop landings.” “So do I,” laughed the Librarian. “Remember that time in…” “How could I forget,” said the angel.  “You landed on top of me.” … Continue reading

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The Librarian…11

There was a LOUD splat, as a body hit the floor in front of the library desk.  The Librarian looked over the counter and said, “Your wing is bent.” “Nice to see you again too, Librarian,” said the fallen angel, … Continue reading

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The Librarian…9

“Why are you doing this to me?” asked the Librarian, staring at Wilson, laying in his hospital bed.  “Having the nurse call me at work?  Saying you wanted to SEE me?  I don’t have TIME FOR YOU.  I don’t even … Continue reading

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