[Josias hasn't come to speak to Jack, nor to read or soak up any culture from the room. He had plenty enough of that in his life outside the block, and he doubted one little room was going to extend on any of the things he'd seen in various international museums and libraries.
But if there was one thing he'd really learnt from libraries, it was that they were excellent places to hide things. He crosses to a specific shelf, starts poking around amongst the books there, his greeting entirely distracted,]
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But if there was one thing he'd really learnt from libraries, it was that they were excellent places to hide things. He crosses to a specific shelf, starts poking around amongst the books there, his greeting entirely distracted,]
Good evening, Jack.