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i thought it was there for good so i never tried
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The Library of Wolfville. A huge, imposing building, falling somewhat into ruin. Lubomir had started work on improving the inside of it a couple of weeks before, his determination strong. He wanted to bring some culture to Dahlia, to teach the members about the joy of knowledge. Sometimes, when he returned to Mew his body ached with the physical labour, but the intensity drove him further and further. The large chimney had been cleaned now and he had started a few cosy fires there. Today he felt less inclined to work too hard, so the Lierre had started looking through the books. Thankfully most were organised, so there was not much work to do there. His hands worked feverishly, the male blessing his Optime form. Now and again he would move books or stack them to be moved. Tomorrow he would air the rooms, let the cool winter air in.
It gave him such a sense of purpose that he could never otherwise explain. A few hours had passed since his last break. With a sigh, the grey male descended the step ladder and went into the main room, where an inviting fire roared. He stretched, feeling his muscles protest. A book of historical tales lay discarded on a table and he picked it up, making his way towards the fireplace. With a smile, he sat down and started reading again. Shadowed Sun had not had a library like this but oh, the joy it brought him. He had stumbled upon it through pure coincidence and now he thought about it, a better gift could never be had. He could start by teaching the pups how to read. He could be a mentor, have classes every week and teach everyone in Dahlia how to read and write. Provided they wanted to, of course. It never occurred to Lubomir to question such a desire. To him, reading was like breathing. Something everyone needed to do in order to survive.
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