Sharon’s desperation grows as she frantically rifles through the stacks of books in the
dimly lit library, her fingers trembling as she pulls volume after volume from the shelves. Each book she flips through feels like a dead end, and frustration begins to set in. The weight of the situation is heavy on her shoulders—whatever she is searching for is more
than just an answer; it could change everything. The silence of the library is deafening,
save for the rustling of pages and the occasional thud of a discarded book hitting the table. Time is slipping away, and the pressure is mounting.
Meanwhile, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, Phyllis watches Sharon’s frantic search with a skeptical expression. She has never been one to believe in wild theories or far-fetched mysteries, and she certainly isn’t convinced that whatever Sharon is looking for will actually amount to anything. To her, this is a fool’s errand—just another one of Sharon’s impulsive quests that will likely lead to nothing. But despite her doubts, she stays put, rolling her eyes occasionally but not interfering. She knows Sharon well enough to realize that trying to dissuade her now would be pointless.
“You really think you’re going to find something in here?” Phyllis finally speaks up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “This isn’t some detective novel where the answers just conveniently appear.”
Sharon ignores the comment, too absorbed in her search to engage in one of their usual back-and-forths. She pulls out another book, quickly flipping through its pages, scanning for any sign that she might be on the right track. Her heart pounds in her chest. She knows there has to be something here—something that will connect the dots, something that will prove she isn’t chasing a ghost.
The moments tick by, stretching into what feels like an eternity. Phyllis sighs, checking her watch, already debating how much longer she’s willing to entertain this wild goose chase.
But just as she’s about to suggest that they leave, Sharon freezes. Her breath catches, her fingers tightening around the worn edges of a book she’s just opened. Something is different about this one. Unlike the others, this book seems to have been handled recently, its spine more creased, its pages slightly out of alignment. Her instincts kick in, telling her that she’s found something significant.
“What is it?” Phyllis asks, her skepticism momentarily giving way to curiosity as she notices Sharon’s shift in demeanor.
Sharon doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she carefully flips through the pages, her eyes widening as she spots something wedged in between the leaves of the book—a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age but unmistakably deliberate in its placement.
Her hands shake as she pulls it free, slowly unfolding it. The words scrawled across the paper are faint but legible, and as she reads them, her face shifts from excitement to something more serious—perhaps even fear.
Phyllis steps closer, craning her neck to see what has Sharon so captivated. “Well? What does it say?” she presses impatiently.
Sharon looks up, meeting Phyllis’s gaze with a mix of shock and determination. “This is it,” she whispers. “This is the clue we’ve been looking for.”
For the first time since this wild search began, Phyllis feels a shiver of uncertainty run down her spine. She may have doubted Sharon’s instincts before, but the expression on her face tells her that whatever she’s just found is real—and it’s about to change everything.
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