“Sir, do you understand? Please confirm that you understand so the process can begin.”
“I understand.”
A click. The phone disconnected. They were coming. They warned him. That was nice. Could he run? They were ferocious, that’s public knowledge. He had lent many books and kept more. It started as laziness. Then became an addiction and then, a challenge. But now the game was up. Someone came to collect. They knew where he lived. He looked at the stacks of books lying around. Well, whatever. A Librarian is polite, right? Hunters might also be. Not a problem. A knock. Already?
Het doosje met alles 
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