He sees a dusty nail under a piece of paper on the table. He blows away the dust from the nail and starts picking the lock with it. But the nail tip is larger than the lock hole. He takes the box in his arms so he can concentrate and see the lock hole more clearly. His dusty balm is sweating and the nail slides down from his slippery hand to the floor. He puts the box on the table again and turns his torch towards the floor. The nail has fallen in the gaps of the wooden planks. He tries to take the nail out but his fingernails are short and he can’t pick it up. He sighs and puts the torch light on the table again. He should search the books and papers more closely and if he didn’t find anything, he shall ask Hurmaz in the morning to give him the key to the box. Although it seems improbable to find anything related to the mysterious deaths of the pregnant women in between the books written three hundred years ago. He should start by the books that had been written after the Great Fog. But there are no other books than the Saviour Narratives, and even if such books had been written, he has never heard of them.

He has to understand how the books are ordered on the shelves. But three walls of book shelves without any marks or numberings makes it seem impossible. These are the books that were saved from the great Book Burning and have been placed in these shelves for all these years while no one had been allowed to read them. Tirad knows that he isn’t allowed to read them either. He hasn’t come here for leisure or curiosity. He is just looking for a clue about the deaths of the pregnant women. But if any pre-rain religious books had survived the great Book Burning, he would have liked to go through them. There are coverless booklets on the shelves that seem to be manuals for items and objects that are not used anymore after the Great Fog. Those manuals that are deemed as useful are kept in the common library. Like the manuals for creating coils, batteries, medicine etc. This cabin is mostly filled with pre-rain fiction books; fictions that had been found harmful or irrelevant from the start or those that were later on exiled to this cabin. All the fiction books that were once in the common library are now here and Tirad had been one of the main causes of the transfers.