I never understood the Ways, I never really needed to. No matter what I could always figure out how to get where I needed to go. For a while, I believed that the Ways only lead to and from The Library's massive halls, but eventually, after passing through worlds, taking what I need and then retreating back to The Library, I got lost. I had just left from a section where all the books were shelved upside-down to go to 12th century Morocco on Earth. The country had fantastic open-air markets with many products and unique foods, and it was notoriously easy to steal from their stalls. I would walk between the shops, snagging interesting fruits and vegetables, extra cloth from the clothier stalls for new clothes and picking a pocket here or there. Once I had enough food and materials for the next day or so I would slink away, into an alley or down the main road to outside whatever city I was in to find a Way. I don't know how I do it, but I could always find them. A lose brick, an extra window, a puddle, an old rusted car, all of them sort of , called to me. As I wandered the outskirts, not really sure what I was looking for but knowing I would find it, I stopped. I turned to my right and sized up the small building next to me. It seemed to be some kind of storage building,
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