“Still, you’re a researcher, and a promising one at that. Why on earth should you want to abandon that for the field?” If she were honest, Sam didn’t. She loved the library. It had more the feeling of a temple than any earthly office. Fanciful scenes from myth leapt across the vaulted ceilings, heavy bookcases lined the walls, and disturbing oil paintings of queens bathing in blood and gods devouring men hung between them in gilt frames. Sam could spend reverent hours in the stacks, combing the archives for obscure references by the flickering light of gas lamps, surrounded by that comforting
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