The second basement was fresh but better maintained than stock of friable books sheltered by the university. Maybe because there were no books.
In fact in this small room there were only boxes made of old and used cardboard.
The mention « 130.73.8 - 130.75.5 » had been inscribed with a quill on a large tag circled of metal.
Cassie carefully lifted up the cardboard box and I helped her to maintain it . Finally it was not so heavy.
At the reading desk we held our breath.