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There was once a little boy who loved to read. It was his dream to live in a library. He’d sit all day, going from book to book, and through these books he would travel to worlds. Stories of knights saving princesses. A strong hero who fought giants and dragons. Works of great minds, put onto the page, and all for him to explore.
One day, the boy read all he had. He reached the end of the books. So he decided to explore his own world for himself, just like the heroes he’d read about. So he went out to the woods, and he wandered around. After hours, he found his dream.
A great mansion stood in the foliage, clearly empty and overgrown. All he heard from inside was the rustle of leaves, and he smelled the familiar scent of books. As he ventured inside, he found plants and books. Bookshelves and vines shared the walls. He walked around, from room to room, more books than he could count. As he explored, he grabbed books to take on the way. And when finally he found the end of the house, he saw a small chair, and sat down to read. He read books about explorers like him.