[After being flung into countless numbers of trees from the third party's traps during the last draft, Ion swore to himself he'd never climb another tree for as long as he lived. Obviously, he didn't count on finding a baby bird having fallen out of its nest when he made that declaration. And with the mother bird calling for her child overhead, Ion
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He turns back to the shelf in front of him. It's none of his business, and it'd be strange to ask after what they'd undergone in that experiment. But . . . perhaps Ion was hurt --
Then he wouldn't be in the library. Hmmm.]
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What sort of book are you here for?
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[He glances back up at the book shelves. He'd just finished looking at one row, but the next one was just a bit out of his reach.] A friend of mine recommended a particular detective series, but I can't recall the author. Hopefully I'll stumble upon it sooner or later...
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Do you recall the title?
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