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Oxford, England. 11.13am
Limping slightly and favoring her uninjured side, Morgan walked through the muted light of the Oxford University Museum of Natural History.
The neo-Gothic arched ceiling let in the sun through panes of glass, but even though it was summer, the light was dim. The skeletons of dinosaurs were thronged with children, their fingers caressing the bones of the long dead, chattering voices excited at their finds. The cathedral to science was ringed by statues carved from Normandy limestone, each supporting a pillar that stretched high into the vault. Here was Hippocrates, Galileo, Newton and Darwin, along with luminaries from down the centuries, fitting guardians of this cavernous hall of knowledge.
Morgan continued into the darkened atmosphere of the Pitt Rivers, a
