Gemotions

"The library?" Liam repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. His sister, Olivia, inherited the family vineyard, the grapes, the winemaking legacy. He, a lover of books, expected a treasure trove of first editions. The will had named him the owner of the library.

He had expected dusty tomes and leather bindings. What he found was the stench of decay. The room was dark, the shelves lined with books whose spines were crumbling. He pulled out a volume, and moths cascaded down. His fingers brushed against a sticky substance on the cover. He ripped it open. The pages were filled with strange symbols and sketches. He recoiled, dropping the book. He took a ragged breath. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken secrets.