The town library had a brick wall that stayed warm all winter long. Clara pressed her palms against it on a freezing January afternoon. She felt a faint thrumming rhythm, like a heavy heartbeat deep inside the masonry. When she leaned her ear close, she didn't hear a pulse. She heard a soft voice reading a story about dragons and high seas. The wall was reciting every book that had ever been shelved against the other side.The Leftover ShadowBen woke up and noticed
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