She crossed and entered an antechamber to a dark, wood-walled library visible through an ornate wrought-iron arch. The library faded to a perspective point; a tall central atrium was flanked by perpendicular racks of leather-bound books. The floor and walls were a honey-yellow oak, the racks a darker rosewood inlaid with pearlescent jewels and gold trims. Twin shafts of sunlight twinkled over dust motes disturbed by the library’s users. The air hung heavy with the scent of old wax and paper. People dressed in claret velvet jackets with cream pants and black shoes ghosted among the shelves, retrieving information.