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St Catherine’s Library. Sinai, Egypt. 1.33pm
The dour-faced Abbot unlocked the door to the library with a heavy, old-fashioned key tied to a rope belt around his waist.
“Epharisto,” Khal said in Greek, bowing slightly to the older man, who responded with a nod before leaving them to enter alone.
Morgan walked into the library, spinning slowly around to take in the scene that confronted her. Shelves of dark wood stretched away from them making corridors of books, whilst above them towered more volumes on balconies supported by thick pillars. The vaulted ceilings and supporting columns were a dull cream color, a backdrop to the dramatic expanse of knowledge displayed before them.
A few monks were sitting at desks, large tomes open in front of them.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Khal whis
