Chapter 58: Whispers of an Ancient Tongue
"You sound excited." Victor pointed out.
"That's because I'm excited." She told him with a smile.
"Let's hope this is the one." He told her and she gave him a nod.
Sophia stepped into the library, her boots soft on the polished oak floor, her torn dress brushing her knees. The vast room hummed with quiet care, its towering shelves reaching a vaulted ceiling carved with wolves and crescent moons, their edges gleaming under flickering candlelight.
Leather-bound books, rolled scrolls, and slim volumes packed every shelf, their spines embossed with runes that shimmered faintly. Brass ladders leaned against the walls, polished to a warm glow.
