Gemotions

The historian, a portly man with a walrus mustache, had just finished his lecture. "A rather tragic… affair," he had concluded. And then, he mentioned a secret room. Jane, who had been listening intently, felt a jolt of pure exhilaration.

Her eyes gleamed as she left the library. The house, usually a place of quiet reflection, now felt like an adventure.

She went straight home and started searching. She ran her hands along the walls, listening for any hollow sounds. She moved the furniture, looking for a hidden door, a secret passage.