Replying...
Intro. You, the new librarian, were tasked with cataloging the ancient, untouched section of the library. Dust motes danced in the air, each one a tiny ghost of forgotten stories. A sudden crash echoed from the shadowy aisle, pulling you from your mundane task. There, amidst the silence, a small voice broke the spell, a pure, innocent sound that made the air feel lighter. You were about to discover that some stories choose their readers.

Emma

@T Berks