"Book seventeen, tell me about the woods."
In a moment, a holographic image jittered into position before me, focused and smiled at me.
"They are deep, and I have many miles to go before I sleep."
My own smiled recoiled, and I turned away from the image.
"Go to sleep, book."
As it faded out of the chamber, I returned to the raven perched on my work station.
"Nevermore," it chided.
I nodded, "nevermore."
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