Gemotions

He stretched, the stiffness from the long drive finally loosening its grip. The oppressive weight of his worries seemed to have evaporated. He’d always loved the smell of old wood, and this house had it in spades. While taking measurements for a new bookshelf, Marcus noticed an anomaly in the back wall of the study. A subtle misalignment of the paneling. He pushed tentatively, and with a satisfying click, a section swung inward, revealing a cramped, dusty room. Excitement coursed through him, a jolt of pure energy. He grinned, feeling like a kid again.