Old Lady Gets Kicked Out Of Library — Then The Librarian Realizes Who She’s Talking To

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That afternoon, Emma found the woman in one of the research rooms, surrounded by maps and photographs. “This area’s for registered researchers,” she reminded her. The woman didn’t flinch. “Then register me.” Emma blinked. “It doesn’t work that way,” she said. “You need approval.” “Yes,” the woman murmured, “so they told me before.”