Aisle 29, Shelf 8, Object 0E:F6:8C:1C:B3:DF

A tomato. A small tag reads: NOT FOR EXTERNAL LOAN.

Aisle 74, Shelf 2, Object 2E:7F:A1:1B:CE:DB

A black and white photograph of Leonora Carrington, near the end of her life, standing in a muddy path. The photo has been torn in half and reassembled with cellophane tape.

As you touch it, there is a flash of light and a loud pop, as from an old-fashioned flash bulb, and someone shouts at you in a language you do not understand.

Aisle 14325, Shelf 5, Object D9:C3:BE:0F:DA:1A

A red lacquered box, roughly the size of a deck of cards, with a discreet red button on the front.

You push the button. A hollow voice says "Plugh".

Aisle 21587, Shelf 4, Object C5:AD:C1:E4:C0:A9

An orange. A prominent label reads: DO NOT REMOVE FROM CASE. You do not see a case.

Aisle 932, Shelf 2, Object A9:DB:CB:1D:A8:FE

A glossy photograph of Pamela Colman Smith, near the end of her life, holding a bottle of Champagne. The photo has been torn into three uneven pieces and taped back together. She reminds you strongly of your mother, although they look nothing alike.

Aisle 41, Shelf 5, Object DC:E8:DB:FA:1C:0D

A plaster death mask of Albert Einstein. The amount of detail is startling; his eyelashes look almost real.

Judging by the built-up dust, nobody has touched this in years.

Aisle 91, Shelf 4, Object DC:D5:FB:0C:DE:AB

A copy of yesterday's newspaper. A yellowing paper tag reads: NOT FOR EXTERNAL LOAN.

As you pick it up, the light flickers and you briefly smell pepper.

Aisle 13, Shelf 1, Object D4:BC:A6:19:FB:E7

A 4x6 photograph of Robert Anton Wilson, around twenty years old, pointing his finger at something out of frame.

You reach out to touch it, then think better of it.

Aisle 548, Shelf 5, Object DC:D7:2E:FB:9F:EC

An antique polished bronze mirror. Your reflection seems ordinary, but peering over your right (or is that left?) shoulder is Leonora Carrington. When you try to move on, she tugs at your sleeve and you find yourself unable to look away.

Aisle 91, Shelf 5, Object DF:5C:A3:FD:9B:EA

A silver serving plate, polished to a mirror finish. Your reflection seems ordinary, but staring over your left (or is that right?) shoulder is Adolf Hitler. You quickly shut your eyes, as the training video said to do, but you can still hear him whispering.

Aisle 11506, Shelf 2, Object AE:72:FB:E5:CD:91

A gilt-bronze box, approximately the size of a briefcase, with a discreet round button on the front. Its object label reads only "From the effects of Elizabeth Bathory".

You push the button, and suddenly can't recall the face of your father. The box grows almost imperceptibly in size.

Aisle 92, Shelf 3, Object D8:FC:A6:DA:BE:17

An eggbeater. Perfectly ordinary.

From the look of the dust on the shelf, someone has recently tried to put this back exactly how they found it.

Aisle 43664, Shelf 8, Object 8E:FA:BC:5F:1E:9A

A tin box, about the size of a deck of cards, with a discreet white button on the side.

You push the button. A hollow voice says "Plugh".

Aisle 91, Shelf 7, Object 4E:0C:6F:8D:73:BB

A wax death mask of Albert Einstein. The amount of detail is startling; his eyelashes look almost real.

It draws your attention, and you find that you can't look away. Well, you probably could, but you don't want to, just now.

Aisle 98, Shelf 6, Object 1D:BE:C6:2A:EB:9F

A leather wallet. Nothing to write home about.

As you pick it up, the light dims and you briefly smell wisteria.

Aisle 5746, Shelf 7, Object A4:B0:CF:15:3A:DE

A black and white photograph of Albert Einstein, around twenty years old, standing in a doorway. One corner of the photo has a small tear, patched with yellowing tape.

If you look at it long enough, he winks at you.

Aisle 39, Shelf 3, Object AE:3A:C6:4D:FB:0E

A Bakelite box, approximately the size of a pack of cigarettes, with a prominent black button on the lid.

You push the button. The scent of pine fills the air, and the box opens. It is empty.

Aisle 61083, Shelf 3, Object 69:AB:8C:A5:B4:E7

A lime. Why's that in here?

From the look of the dust on the shelf, someone has recently tried to put this back exactly how they found it.

Aisle 56, Shelf 1, Object 2E:C9:A5:1D:F4:CB

A wooden hairbrush. Nothing to write home about.

It smells faintly of ylang-ylang and pine.

Aisle 76232, Shelf 2, Object C7:FB:EC:18:AF:95

An antique polished bronze mirror. Your reflection seems ordinary, but glaring over your right (or is that left?) shoulder is Pamela Colman Smith. You quickly shut your eyes, as the training video said to do, but you can still hear her whispering.

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