The air in the Fairytale Exhibit hung thick and silent, broken only by the occasional muffled *thump* of a distant book closing or the faint, phantom echo of footsteps from another aisle. Endless corridors stretched in every direction, their towering bookshelves carved from dark, age-blackened oak and stretching towards a vaulted ceiling lost in shadow. Underfoot, stark black-and-white checkerboard tiles seemed to shift and swim in the dim, dusty light filtering through leaded glass windows depi...