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The walk back to our room was quiet. I felt the weight of the history we carried with us now, and I expected Beattie did too. When we were safely behind closed doors, we slipped the book into the fake dictionary we’d picked up during our last trip to Edinburgh and locked it up tight. We’d decided we’d carry it with us everywhere, given the trouble we’d had on our last buying excursion. It wasn’t ideal, given the weight of the book safe and the book, but hopefully, we wouldn’t be hauling around a unique historical artifact for long.
We had just enough time to grab a snack before we met with the language scholars, so we headed to a bubble tea place just up the road from the museum where we were to meet. Our hometown, Charlottesville, was just moving, finally, into the bubble tea craze, a
