The Time Travelers, Book 1: Lessons in Time Travel
She quickly climbed the smooth, wide steps and entered the main lobby, nodding a polite hello to a librarian as she passed by. Her clothing, purchased a few days earlier, worked perfectly. She fit right in. It was extremely important that nothing about her appear out of the ordinary. She didn’t want to attract attention. She had to finish today. If not, it would be years before she could leave.
It was early in the morning. Soon, a throng of library goers would arrive at their favorite spots to research, read, think or simply escape from the busy streets of the city, but at this hour it was eerily vacant. She walked across the lobby, her heels echoing lightly on the polished marble floor. As she climbed the stairs to the second floor, she passed a mirror and caught her reflection. Her maroon skirt and matching jacket were slimming, and fit her figure well. Her long auburn hair was styled in a peek-a-boo bang—the one indulgence she permitted herself.
At the Rose Reading Room, her eyes travelled across the expansive chamber, lined with rows of long oak tables and bronze lamps. Sunlight streamed through arched windows, illuminating the wood with an amber glow. Hundreds of gilded roses, which had given the room its name, framed murals of puffy blue skies towering 50 feet above her. Just last week she was here studying for her exams, leaning back to gaze at the murals whenever her head needed clearing. Yet between then
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