You must stop at the library to see what is left from the world before war.

It hasn't always been like this. Time has held the past so gently in these tapes, not yet lost to decay beneath the rubble. They crackle and whir in the deck. You hold the split leather of the headphones to your ears, and you are lost to the past. You have forgotten your weapons, your fear of the dark and its creatures. You can hear heartbeats in chests and heels on wooden floors. You are capable of hope.

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