Chris Ermingild Sanders
Scriptorium Secrets
The hush of the library was broken only by the softest of murmurs, as if the books themselves were attempting to impart their ancient tales. I wandered through, feeling the weight of countless unseen gazes, sensing an anticipation that clung to the air, awaiting my next move. My fingers grazed the bindings in reverence, stopping at a volume clad in light green, its texture reminiscent of the delicate wings of the Luna Moth. The touch was a balm to my senses, compelling me to cradle the book in my hands and peer within.
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Scriptorium Secrets
The hush of the library was broken only by the softest of murmurs, as if the books themselves were attempting to impart their ancient tales. I wandered through, feeling the weight of countless unseen gazes, sensing an anticipation that clung to the air, awaiting my next move. My fingers grazed the bindings in reverence, stopping at a volume clad in light green, its texture reminiscent of the delicate wings of the Luna Moth. The touch was a balm to my senses, compelling me to cradle the book in my hands and peer within.
For the rest of the story visit - chris-sanders-chronicles.blogspot.com/2023/12/scriptorium...