Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191213044053/@comment-33229352-20191219232355

Ishmael had stopped in a room equivalent to a library, but most of books were haphazardly strewn on the floor to make way for the rows of potted plants that now took up residence on the shelves. He sat underneath a very dusty table with his knees pulled up to his chest.