The hidden floor between sixty-four and sixty-five was not the same as the preservation chamber.
He felt the threshold in the transit corridor the same way he had felt the first one — the quality of intention in the architecture, the specific presence of a space built deliberately rather than as infrastructure. But where the preservation chamber had been old in the way of something left intact, this space had the quality of something that had been recently maintained.
Not recently built. Recently tended. The distinction between a space that had existed for a long time and a space that had been kept current, the difference between a library and an archive that was still being added to.
He pressed through the threshold and came into the space.
