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Instead, it held empty shelves.
Travelers came from every direction, puzzled by the place. "Where are the stories?" they would ask.
The old librarian would smile and hand each visitor a smooth stone.
"Take a walk," she would say. "Bring me back what the stone remembers."
Most people laughed. Stones don't remember anything.... Lees meer