Gemotions

The quiet of the library was almost deafening. The hushed tones of the patrons, the rustle of turning pages – everything felt suspicious. The transfer had been abrupt, with no explanation. She was the new archivist, and she kept her eyes open.

She examined the cataloging system, cross-referencing the records, verifying the dates. She walked down the aisles, checking the shelves, her fingertips tracing the spines of the books. A misplaced volume could be a clue. She was always alert.

She avoided idle conversation. She ate her lunch at her desk, her gaze fixed on the entrance, her ears attuned to the slightest sound. She was prepared for anything. This had to be the moment. The library felt empty, yet it was full of secrets.