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She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little. Thalia gasped. The door was beautiful! It was crafted with exquisite artistry. Being an avid fan of fantasy novels, this door looked like something from the books she read. Thalia traced the door with her fingers. It felt cool to her touch. The door was an embodiment of artistic mastery, adorned with intricate carvings that depict scenes of mythical creatures, celestial bodies, and ethereal landscapes. Delicate filigree patterns intertwine with ancient symbols, and carvings Thalia didn't understand. Golden hinges, etched with even more delicate engravings, held the door firmly in place.

The room may look like a small library, if one hasn't read about the secret door leading to the real place in the map before. He made quick steps to the last shelf standing attached to the wall completely, there was no gap between the wall and the last shelf as if they were one, which is not usually normal. He pulled the fifth book in the third row. A red book with dust which looks really dull in comparison to the other books around it. The pull triggered a door to emerge open in a plain wall out of the blue, the wall was unusual too compared to others hovered by many portraits or some sceneries.

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.

If this is not a trap, then what is the reason for this absurdity? Inspector Kim steeled her courage and peeked into the space behind the big door. This place is as big as a two-bedroom with a bare minimum of furniture on it. The concept applied to this room is the eye-catching Victorian style. Many frames decorated the empty wall. One of the frames has six people stand in front of a beautiful outdoor garden.

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.