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Oliver loved being an Elder, the Librarians of the Tower of Knowledge. And he especially loved when he came across something new in the Hall of Knowledge, otherwise known as the archives. He had never noticed the dusty pile of paper that was leaning precariously against one of the many rows of tall mahogany shelves. He put on his gloves and picked up the first item on the top, a folder bound tightly shut with writing scribbled on the side. He screamed and dropped the folder as he rubbed away the thick dust with his thumb revealing his own name.