There is a stack of books on the floor of an old hallway. No one knows how long it’s been there.
Some say it began with The Once and Future King, placed carefully between two drafts of a forgotten memoir. Others say it began with a dog-eared novella, found in the glove compartment of a 1989 Subaru.
It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the stack is growing.
Visitors leave books there, sometimes anonymously. No signs. No rules. Just a quiet offering. A worn paperback. A prayer in glue binding. A life translated into sentences.
No one checks them out. No one shelves them. But sometimes, when the air is still, you’ll find a candle burning nearby. No wax. Just light.
We don’t talk about the Sacred Stack. But we all know it’s there.
If you feel lost, bring a book to the stack. Place it gently. Then go home. You’ve done enough for today.
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