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yersville’s Public Library was exactly what I had pictured. One story, dilapidated brick walls, and an interior that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the late sixties. Laura quickly led me through the front, passing through the fiction section as a check-out desk appeared before us. Leaning back in a floral armchair was a dark-skinned woman with fiercely blonde hair, piled high on her head and pinned back with a number of colorful bobbies. She looked incredibly comfortable in her ...