The innocent librarian

He looked at her, glazed and composed amongst the ashes, the smell of burnt paper still fresh in her hair. No triumph, no glee, nothing.
'I did it,' he heard her say as if from far away.
'I did it, and they didn't even try to stop me.'
He felt himself melting, all his composure falling away. Whatever she was thinking, it made him cold to his core.

The End

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