Still nothing, even when she underlined the word ‘live’.
Everywhere now, there was breakage and ruination. The ceiling was falling, razing everything,
smothering each of the bookshelves into piles of dust.
She gaped over and saw the figure of Mrs Elm, out from under the desk where she had been sheltering Nora,
standing there without any fear at all then disappearing completely as the roof caved in almost everywhere,
smothering remnants of fire and shelf stacks and all else.
Nora, choking, couldn’t see anything at all now. But this part of the library was holding out, and she was still there.
Any second now, everything would be gone, she knew it.
So she stopped trying to think about what to write and, in sheer exasperation, just put down the first thing that came to her,
the thing that she felt inside her like a defiant silent roar that could overpower any external destruction.
The one truth she had, a truth she was now proud of and pleased with,
a truth she had not only come to terms with but welcomed openly, with every fiery molecule of her being.
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