You pushed the door open of the library you had come to know but something wasn't right. Something felt different.

Gingerly your stepped inside and let the door close softly behind you.

Looking around, you saw the place had been cleaned out. Only empty shelves met your eyes.

"What the?!" you gasped to yourself, eyes scanning the eerily empty library.

As you looked ahead again you saw the author you had come to know, standing behind her desk with her head handing low and a tear stain from her right eye.

"Hey?" you asked as you approached her, "what happened here? Are you ok?"

Slowly she lifted her head and looked at you before shaking her head sadly.

"They took everything," she replied in a shaky voice.

"Who?" you asked gently.

"Wattpad," she replied, "but... I have copies." She pointed to one of the back doors of the place. "Head through there..."

You looked up at the sign on the back door.

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As you placed your hand on the door to open it, you felt that same warmth permeate your soul. You pushed it open and looked in.

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