[There had been a single volume in Henry's childhood home. There had been a number of books at the schoolhouse. Even now, hidden in this chest or that, there were a handful of ratty paperbacks aboard the Renown, passed between men slowly but constantly.
None of that could prepare a mind for a library, let alone a library on this scale.
The awe stuck in his chest is likely what prompts him to speak when he rounds a corner of shelves and finds himself not alone.] --overwhelming, isn't it?
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None of that could prepare a mind for a library, let alone a library on this scale.
The awe stuck in his chest is likely what prompts him to speak when he rounds a corner of shelves and finds himself not alone.] --overwhelming, isn't it?