"It's a paperweight," Elias muttered, adjusting his spectacles. "A very old, very expensive paperweight."
The storm outside the Library of St. Petronius was the kind that ate umbrellas and stripped the mortar from brickwork, but inside, Elias was dry. He was also frustrated. crohasit
"Crohasit," he whispered. The word felt heavy on his tongue. "It's a paperweight
He gasped and pulled his hand away. The feeling vanished instantly, leaving him panting in the quiet basement. " Elias muttered