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(Originally posted on October 15, 2019)
The Visitor | 787 words | Fantasy
"It’s not always like this,” I assured the visitor, stomping the snow off my boots at the entrance to the library. "In fact, it’s never been like this in my lifetime. It’s been nearly two centuries since this region’s seen snow."
The visitor simply stretched their thin lips into a mirthless smile and shook the snow from their own shoes. The walked into the library ahead of me, silent as they’d been since their arrival.
This visitor really was a mystery. They had come into town the morning following the first snowstorm, as if they’d been blown in on the cold winds. Clothed in gray robes fraying at the edges and wearing an enormous dark hat, all but their mouth and chin were hidden from my view. They communicated through writing and gestures, and, immediately upon their arrival at our inn, asked to be brought to the town library.
Now, in the relative warmth of the library, the visitor shed no layers, but walked directly to the shelf of books pertaining to local geology. They picked three books from the shelf with unexpected delicacy, and settled at a table in the far corner to read.
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"It’s not always like this,” I assured the visitor, stomping the snow off my boots at the entrance to the library. "In fact, it’s never been like this in my lifetime. It’s been nearly two centuries since this region’s seen snow."
The visitor simply stretched their thin lips into a mirthless smile and shook the snow from their own shoes. The walked into the library ahead of me, silent as they’d been since their arrival.
This visitor really was a mystery. They had come into town the morning following the first snowstorm, as if they’d been blown in on the cold winds. Clothed in gray robes fraying at the edges and wearing an enormous dark hat, all but their mouth and chin were hidden from my view. They communicated through writing and gestures, and, immediately upon their arrival at our inn, asked to be brought to the town library.
Now, in the relative warmth of the library, the visitor shed no layers, but walked directly to the shelf of books pertaining to local geology. They picked three books from the shelf with unexpected delicacy, and settled at a table in the far corner to read.
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