There was no aisle.They had talked about it in the summer, during the planning that was now completed and behind them: the traditional aisle, one person walking toward the other, the directional geometry of arrival and waiting. It didn't feel right. It felt like one person being received rather than two people arriving at the same place together."Opposite ends," Elijah had said. "We enter from opposite ends and walk toward each other.""The room will need to accommodate that," Alexander said. He'd looked at the floor plan."The room accommodates it," Elijah said. "Two doors."Two doors. The library had an entry at each end, originally for different uses—one for the collector's private entrance, one for the staff and deliveries. Now they were the perfect architecture for what they needed: two doors, two men, one room.They had been positioned at their respective ends for five minutes before it happened.Elijah stood behind the east door, the door that faced the morning sun, the door
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