Finders, not keepers

Unable to bear more suffering, the old man returned the battered book to the library. It’d gather dust, as it was always meant to—until the true owner reclaimed it.

This is my entry for day 28 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: gather.

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