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They walked in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of paper as Milda pulled out a sliding ladder to reach the highest shelves. The lower rows were filled with newspapers from the interwar period, the middle with literary journals, and the topmost鈥攖hose that most patrons never saw鈥攃ontained a mixture of personal letters, university theses, and, in a few unmarked boxes, what Milda liked to call 鈥渢he library鈥檚 secrets.鈥� Milda felt a ripple of surprise