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The doors were not engraved with animals but names. I caught something different in Ashyy's eyes when I asked about those two doors. He's hesitant. "Nothing good, come on," without any answer, he pulled me hastily. Upon reaching the next floor we entered a magnificent door. "Wow, It is so beautiful." A beautiful big library was settled in front of me. Piles of books were arranged nicely at those big oak cabinets designed with the ladder itself. My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving.

Chapter 43 I had stared at the door so much that I had memorized its every detail. I noticed how the alder wood had two distinctive shades of brown blending into each other and how the door knob was situated at a much lower position than other doors in the office. I also noticed that the lighter brown shade formed certain diamond shaped patterns just at the top of the door. I found the rectangular glass just at the centroid of the door pretty interesting.

I pressed my fingers lightly against the painting’s gilded frame. “I don’t know you… but you look like him.” My voice sounded too loud in the silent corridor. I wondered if he could hear me. If any of them could. All these people frozen in oil and canvas, guarding their secrets in silent judgement. I shook myself and kept moving, hugging my arms tightly to my chest as the corridor narrowed and twisted. That’s when I saw it. The door. It was unlike any other in the manor. Made entirely of black stone, veins of dark silver running through it like frozen lightning. The handles were wrought iron twisted into claw shapes, almost organic. Like they could curl around my wrists if I wasn’t careful.

‘You didn’t tell which book we are looking for’ Adrian was gawking at the frames hanging on the wall, but his mind was still stuck on the book. ‘It’s for Irene’ I stopped in front the large wooden door, on side wall plate hanged with library engraved on it. It looked heavy, I looked at Adrian and he picked the silent message. Pushing both doors with all his strength, we were able to get into the library. ‘Woah! Who makes such a heavy door. You should have brought Isaac with you’ he brushed his hand to clean the dirt. ‘My goodness!’ he mumbled and I had to agree with him. I was standing in awe at the sight of thousands of books racked on the wall from floor to ceiling.