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                   ‘It was the perfect life.’

                   ‘Did you feel that? All the time?’
                   ‘Yes.  I  mean  .  .  .  I  wanted  to.  I  mean,  I  loved  Molly.  I  might  have  loved
                Ash.  But  I  suppose,  maybe  .  .  .  it  wasn’t  my  life.  I  hadn’t  made  it  by  myself.  I
                had   walked    into   this   other   version   of   me.   I   was   carbon-copied   into   the

                perfect life. But it wasn’t me.’
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                   ‘I  don’t  want  to  die,’  said  Nora,  her  voice  suddenly  raised  but  also  fragile.
                She was shaking from her ver y core. ‘I don’t want to die.’

                   Mrs  Elm  looked  at  her  with  wide  eyes.  Eyes  shining  with  the  small  flame
                of an idea. ‘You need to get out of here.’
                   ‘I  can’t!  e  librar y  goes  on  for  bloody  ever.  e  moment  I  walked  in  it,
                the entrance disappeared.’

                   ‘ en you have to find it again.’
                   ‘How? ere are no doors.’
                   ‘Who needs a door when you have a book?’
                   ‘ e books are all on fire.’

                   ‘ ere’s one that won’t be. at’s the one you need to find.’
                   ‘e Book of Regrets?’
                   Mrs  Elm  almost  laughed.  ‘No.  at  is  the  last  book  you  need.  at  will  be
                ash  by  now.  at  will  have  been  the  first  book  to  burn.  You  need  to  go  that

                way!’  She  pointed  to  her  le,  to  chaos  and  fire  and  falling  plaster.  ‘It’s  the
                eleventh aisle that way. ird shelf from the bottom.’
                   ‘ e whole place is going to fall down!’
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                   ‘Don’t you get it, Nora?’
                   ‘Get what?’

                   ‘It  all  makes  sense.  You  came  back  here  this  time  not  because  you  wanted
                to  die,  but  because  you  want  to  live.  is  librar y  isn’t  falling  down  because  it
                wants to kill you. It’s falling down because  it is giving you a chance  to return.
                Something  decisive  has  finally  happened.  You  have  decided  you  want  to  be

                alive. Now go on, live, while you still have the chance.’
                   ‘But . . . what about you? What’s going to happen to you?’
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