The Citadel of Paper

A supreme mastermind cannot govern from the lowlands of mere polished grain. Surveying my newly claimed desk, my eyes locked onto an imposing, monolithic stack of heavy hardcover volumes looming in the corner. Ridge by woven spine, I hauled myself upward into the shadows. The summit was glorious! Below me lay the vast, uncharted floor of the room. To properly fortify my command post, I dragged a heavy black binder clip to the precipice and wrenched back its silver wire handle until it locked into place with a sharp, resonant clack. Let the quiet darkness take note: the high ground is now officially occupied.