A vaulted sandstone reading room, warm torchlit stone. A robed AI figure stands at a large stone lectern beside a seated reader, its single flat dark surface ready for a page of text. Along the right wall, four arched niches hold shelves of books with glowing cyan-outlined spines, and two more people browse them. The left third of the room is open stone wall and floor, empty but for a small window onto the dusk sky.

The library

The AI presence at the lectern isn’t selling anything, and neither are the shelves behind it. What’s here is only what’s already been decided — kept in one place so it can be checked, not taken on faith.

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