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Silver Tongues (14) : What a shame, to open a book–an old favorite, an antique, something new–just to find the pages absolutely destroyed. A silverfish–or several–scurry away, so you know what caused the damage. But you don’t understand how. This isn’t just senseless, random destruction–if you look at the pages, they’ve chewed out messages. Maybe they’ve eaten the words right off the page, leaving only a few to spell out a cryptic message–or maybe they’ve eaten holes in the page to spell out something. It’s too precise to be random but it seems impossible, both for the precision and the intention. What kind of message could a bug want to leave you–and why?
It was quiet in the morning, something Agatha had noticed as the head of the manor was proving to be a creature of habit. While she had no real feelings about the man, not having seen much of him after being brought here, she was slightly put out by the fact that Desiree was also busy as of late. Something had happened, requiring her to be out of the home, apparently working on various side projects. So, as things settled once the rest of the inhabitants were gone, aside from Liam and herself, Agatha stepped out of her room and headed down the hallway towards one of the libraries.
There had been a commotion the previous night, something at the front door, and from what she could tell, it was unexpected. Something to be aware of, but otherwise not have attention drawn to. Liam had mentioned being careful if leaving the manor, but at this point, she didn’t really feel any real pull to leave these walls. Warm meals, freedom to wander, and read whatever she desired, it was a quiet, peacefulness that had given her time to get things sorted in her mind. While the memories she did have were as convoluted and sparse as could be, at this point, she was more at peace with the fact that nothing had been asked of her so far, aside from discretion.
Passing by Liam’s office, she heard the familiar sound of his keyboard being typed on, which meant the blonde was working on some sort of mathematical or financial work again. Apparently, he was the bookkeeper for another woman related to the head of this place. Something she’d kept note of but hadn’t felt like delving into just yet. Another thing to write down in her book, a novelty she had vague memories of from before, but that seemed to be tied to her in some way.
The simple-looking book, though old, was kept with her when heading to the libraries so that she could add additional notes and information to it. Today, she was focused on the history of this city and how it came to be. Some of the main resource books she needed were up high and so unattended that at first she thought they had become one with the shelves and surrounding books. With a quick pass of her hand over the spines, she cleared enough dust to grab what she needed and moved carefully back down the rolling ladder.
