Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She'd moved in a week ago, the echoing emptiness of the house a constant companion. One afternoon, while exploring the dusty attic, a draft caught her attention. A faint whisper of air snaked through a crack in the far wall. Curiosity piqued, she pressed, and the wall groaned inwards, revealing a narrow, concealed doorway. Inside, a small, circular room bathed in the eerie glow of an unseen light source. Old, leather-bound books lined the walls, and a single, ornate armchair sat in the center. She ran her fingers across the spines, finding solace in the silence and the forgotten stories.