Mabel.
“That section is restricted.”
I froze, the old leather book still in my hands, the dust dancing in the light.
“I—I’m sorry", I stuttered, quickly trying to slide the book back into the cracked shelf, trying my best to hide my tracks.
The voice stepped closer, low and weak, but not angry, coughing at the same time.
“You knew, didn't you? But you came anyway.”
I turned slowly to face the direction from which the voice came from, the man before me wasn’t someone I recognized.
He looked significantly older than myself, greyed hair, wrinkled skin and his back slightly curved, forming a hunchback. Silver coloured hairs stained his beard and hair at several spots, his eyes shadowed by time. But he still possessed a degree of sharpness in his steps and the way he looked at me...like
