“No. Let’s go! It’s too late to retreat.”
“As you wish! Please follow me.”
The director led him into a room full of glass cabinets. There were thick books written on parchment standing next to each other in the vitrines. Keith could see from their bulky leather bindings that they probably were heavy texts. Their bright-yellow pages reflected back the spotlights installed above the vitrines.
Ingoldson walked to one of the cabinets and opened it. He took out two pair of handling gloves from his pocket and passed one of them over to Keith.
“You can only touch them with these.”
Keith accepted the gloves and put them on silently. Ingoldson lifted one of the books out from the vitrine and placed it on the table in the middle of the room.
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