Chapter 7: Library

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I didn't wait for another movement, as soon as Robert left I rushed to my room and took the note with me and left. Since father was busy doing his work, it was easy for me to leave I knew very well he isn't going to let me go if it was about the mansion. Going with Oliver was not a good idea because he would tell father where I went. So I walked onto the road and got a carriage.

 We were soon there. The carriage stopped before the library. I got down from the carriage. The street was too quite. There where few antique shop and very people walking around. I went into the library there was no one in there except for a old man sitting. He seemed like the in charge for the library. I asked him "Where are the old newspaper kept in here?"

"What old newspaper?"he replied

"You don't have old newspapers in here?"

"Sorry we don't you may leave"he said. He was so rough and aggressive. I hated people like that before I could leave I remembered the paper that Robert gave me. I gave that paper to the old man as soon as he looked at the paper he looked at me and said "follow me "

We both got into a room it was dusty inside like no one had cleaned it for years. There were tall shelves kept leaning towards the wall. Everything in there seemed old. "Why didn't you show me this before" I asked him

"We don't mostly allow people in this place who we don't know? I allowed you because you were sent here by Robert"he said.

"But why?"

"We have priceless pieces of books in here .............and only important newspapers will be available........now if you don't mind I will leave"he said and left. 

"But where will I find it"I muttered and started walking around the shelves. The room was too big. Most of he shelves were occupied by books and very few shelves for papers I went towards one of the shelves and started to looking for what I needed. In fact finding the paper which I needed was not really possible. As time was running I started losing my hope. Suddenly a bundle of papers fell down and the air scattered the papers all around. I took all those papers and was sorting them something caught my sight. SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT

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