For a moment he felt almost numb in his surprise, half convinced that he'd fallen asleep on the train and had yet to wake up.
Daguerreo was vast. The main chamber rose up on multiple levels and each of those contained more books than Ienzo had ever seen in his life. Floors upon floors held hundreds of bookshelves, each packed end-to-end with thousands of books. Everything from the ground floor up was packed out with volumes of varying ages, but those below were no longer in use. Ienzo could see why. The old chambers down there, visible either side of the carved bridge, were flooded.
As if to combat the damp, everything inside was hewn from stone. Columns and alcoves were carved into the rock itself, while other structures were made from blocks of shaped stone left over from the excavation. Centuries of use had worn away the toolmarks and smoothed off any rough edges.
"This..."
He barely noticed the desk and clerk at the other end of the entrance bridge.
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For a moment he felt almost numb in his surprise, half convinced that he'd fallen asleep on the train and had yet to wake up.
Daguerreo was vast. The main chamber rose up on multiple levels and each of those contained more books than Ienzo had ever seen in his life. Floors upon floors held hundreds of bookshelves, each packed end-to-end with thousands of books. Everything from the ground floor up was packed out with volumes of varying ages, but those below were no longer in use. Ienzo could see why. The old chambers down there, visible either side of the carved bridge, were flooded.
As if to combat the damp, everything inside was hewn from stone. Columns and alcoves were carved into the rock itself, while other structures were made from blocks of shaped stone left over from the excavation. Centuries of use had worn away the toolmarks and smoothed off any rough edges.
"This..."
He barely noticed the desk and clerk at the other end of the entrance bridge.