

The Salter Room Off to yourself on the third floor of the library is where you used to stand. You had seen, heard and felt everything having to do with yourself. But by no means did that make you selfish or egotistical. You had felt your construction, knowing even before William J. Salter had broken the ground, now beneath you, that you were to exist. Years before the blueprints had been approved, moths before the trees that would serve as your skeleton were cut, and weeks before all the materials arrived at the site, you knew. But you could not know how it would end.The Salter Room by ~jackamalo
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