a particular curiosity. He seemed very intelligent; however, I didn't

t, he must have destroyed it with his own hands. Any child of thi

the painting of the founder, Fatima. She ordered this library to be built so that knowledge would reach all the inhabitants of our country free of c

ch one guarding a key. After peace came, there was no more looting, and it was no longer necessary to

t was the highest honor for our family. That day, I received

that only remained in my mind: the safe opened, and the key rest

valuable and ancient treasures: those not available

ction. I opened the index book resting on a wooden pedestal in the middle of

are at my fingert

was very different from the books on the upper floor. Som

r pages contain?" Questions I'd never asked myself befor

emitic, liturgical, Akkadian, cuneiform: it would take me a long time to translate at least

ked the area, leaving everything as it was. I placed the key in the

those underground treasures: I checked the inventory in th

ic, healing, spells, but the result was alwa

nt, I remembered the incident from that morning: a thief, what could he take from me? I had nothing o

n. I started organizing the closing. I displayed the closure

ip gloss. I looked at myself from several angles; I didn't have time to change, so I put on a vest that I left

hands. I touched my earlobes, and I didn't have any earrings. Let's just say I didn't look good, so as not to go into embarrassing deta

ised. A bad taste in my mouth followed a thought: he wants to use me, that's all. He'd invited me only to convince me to help him find what he's looking for

g him, threw everything away, and got into the tub. I scrubbed my b

enly, I was in a room; a hotel was muc

en I was in trouble, all because of that mind that kept imagining things. Maybe he didn't mean any harm. I ran downstairs, hoping to get there before sunset. My damp hair whippe