This is the library.
The fire is lit.
The tree has been here longer than the books.
There's a chair that's exactly right just there if you need it. No agenda.
Emmet is the Librarian. It's not a job, exactly. He is more a Knower of Things. An Understander of Things. He knows All the Words for All the Things and he knows exactly which book you're looking for and where it waits.
His useful hands, and his warm crows feet are all you need to understand the enormity of his character, under his quiet, still, thoughtful mannerisms.
You're safe here.
You're accepted here.
Come in.
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