You walk for what feels like a half hour. You're beginning to think this path will never end, when you catch sight of it: a glimmer, like a flash of light. You stand still, and then you catch it again, out of the corner of your eye. You walk toward the blinking light, pushing past a few bushes, and find yourself in the middle of a clearing.

There's a small hut in the center of the clearing, and something pulls you toward it. You feel as if you are a magnetic, and you find yourself pushing against the narrow door.

Your breath stops when you enter the room. It is circular and filled with piles of books. Somehow you know that if you find the right one, you can get back to the other library. You start sorting through the piles, throwing books behind you in your rush to find the right one.

And then you see it: A faded paperback with a picture of the old library on the cover. You pick it up and open it with trembling hands. The familiar shaking feeling takes over, the flash of light, the blurriness--

You are back in the library, still clutching the old paperback. You throw it down on the ground and leave as quickly as you can, tripping on your way out.

As you run down the front steps and down the streets, the building shimmers and fades behind you. You don't look back.