Tension was everywhere in the reading room; so thick you could almost slice through.

Nobody wanted to be there, everyone wanted to part ways before things got out of hand. Whenever a chair was scrapped across the terrazzo floor, hairs stood. Nobody wanted to shed blood but as the saying goes, ‘when push comes to shove’…


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