Master Aurelius had already retired.
The library was quiet.
I watered the fern by the window and found a dried leaf inside a book no one had opened in years.
I left it where it was.
Small things have memories too.
I didn’t hear any arguments coming from the Attic.
If they were up there, may God bless them.
And if they weren’t, may He bless them anyway.
✒️
— Gregorius, assistant to the Master Chronicler
