Paper and Power

It was dark and dry. At the bottom of a pit, you would expect it to be damp, but this place was anything but. This place was where the books went. All the books. When the Surface was done with them, they threw everything down here and charged us with keeping them. This is the Cave of the Forgotten Books and we are their Keepers.

Yeah, right. As if. We might as well be called the Graveyard of Books. We have no cool name. I wish we did. On the Surface we get sorted, blah, blah, blah. The ones who don't fit up there get sent down here. Everyone knows we're here. From time to time, people will come down, asking for a book as if we know where it is. This place is a junkyard of books. They pile up all around us. Lining the walls and creating labyrinths. Pull one book out the wrong way and you'll find yourself in an avalanche of dusty books.

Welcome to the Guild of Books.