Gemotions

The air in the library felt heavy, stagnant. Isabella ran a finger along the spines of the leather-bound books, her touch perfunctory, devoid of interest. She'd always found solace in reading, but now, words seemed to elude her.

Her new home, a stately manor, was… tainted. Decades ago, a prominent family had met a tragic end within its walls. A murder-suicide, the local historian had informed her, shrouded in scandal.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. The vast, echoing rooms felt cold, unwelcoming. The artwork on the walls seemed to watch her, judging. Even the sunlight filtering through the ornate windows felt dim.