With renewed vigor, the two continued their search. Morning light began to pour in through the high, cobweb-dimmed windows of the room. One of them sneezed, and dust which was once a roll of parchment scattered across the room in a rolling cloud.
“Sorry,” one said to the other, “I hope that wasn’t the one we needed.”
“The world shall not be undone by a sneeze,” the other said in response, “Keep reading.”
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