"What do you smell?" Yrael asks, resting his chin on his forepaws at the edge of the table.
The library itself is a labyrinth of scents for a cat, old books and wood polish, paper and dust, the myriad smells of its visitors lingering long behind them.
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Date: 2020-11-27 05:26 pm (UTC)From:The library itself is a labyrinth of scents for a cat, old books and wood polish, paper and dust, the myriad smells of its visitors lingering long behind them.