Poe was in the library - what was really considered his library. At first, he thought he'd gone into the wrong room, as during his absence, it had been completely reorganized. Of course, any mortal who had so much as touched a tome here would have been burnt to ashes, normally.

But. Hmmm.

Poe ran his fingers along the spines of the books. This was more than alphabetical order... like was with like, and without a spec of dust.