“Did you find what you’re looking for?” The librarian asked.
She took her hands off the controls and swivelled her chair in place. The features on the librarian’s face were strained, and those eyes were half-shut. Worst, there was nothing left of that beautiful smile she had on when Clara walked into the library.
Once the middle-aged woman realised that Clara was no better off, a faint imprint of that smile returned to those lips. At least I’m getting sympathy for what I’m putting myself through…
“None so far,” Clara said. “How long do I have?”
“I can give you another twenty minutes,” the librarian said. “I’ll save us some time by taking the rest of the microfilm back to the archives.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.
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