There was a reminder that the library was always seeking

There was a reminder that the library was always seeking books, and that they paid in wine. The librarian, François Diallo, was also the newspaper's

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The narrative highlights the ongoing quest of a library, consistently in search of new books to enrich its collection. An interesting aspect of this library is its unique method of compensation, as it offers wine to those who contribute literature. This quirky approach adds charm to the establishment's operations.

François Diallo plays a dual role within the story; he serves as the dedicated librarian while also being an author of the...

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