Moonlit Bond
use that was what she believed until she noticed the old woman sitting on the wooden bench across the street. Her weathered hands worked a
wn. It could have been the way she never seemed so much in and yet was so out of place in the modern w
her, calling for so much more than she had shown. "T
see if it was directe
Agatha. I know you as the librarian – you're the o
e this was the first
id you
s; her fingers never stopped. "Just like I know you've seen things you can't explain.' Against the wind, the shadows move. Who
ast few days of her thoughts towards Liam causing her to think she was seeing things. However
bout,' Emma spluttered but her feet
but. It was thus called, in honour of the way things flow here - water seeking its way. Others simply trickle along, running surface and obvious to everyone. Others..." She rais
id become interested in academics. 'Theoret
ly. The day when the shadows lengthen, and the dust motes dance like fireflies, even the buzz in the air just before closing, when all is quiet but for the closing entrance buzzer. That's not electri
r sometimes thick with possibility, how books sometimes throbbed with s
re trying to build the first church here, they tried to put down the foundation stones and they'd disappear every night?" In the morning, they'd lay them do
t isn't in any of th
the story of how your predecessor disappeared so quickly." Don't you ever ask why no one talks about it? What about the gaps in the library logs from last October?
ppened to the previous librarian - who had disappeared, leaving behind a spotlessly organi
make the town." Sometimes, however, when the right person asks the right questions..." She raised her s
seat, Emma stood. 'I
as to let an old woman who seemed like a stranger tale's get to her. But another part, the part that h
ow, so do you." The mist was rising off the ground, and she began to unravel her wor
fferently, more deliberately. On a certain cool breeze, brushing her with the smell of old books and something wilder, mor
rd an answer, and somewhere