Katie Musselwhite

Undiscovered

Grimswald echoed his way across the cold stone floor of the library, hunching desperately over a cane that looked much too thin for a man his size. His face was old and well-worn, with creases resembling the deep chasms of an ocean floor. Thick round eyeglasses framed his bearded face, yet he still squinted as he searched my eyes skeptically and critically.