He cleared his throat and handed me over a book.
I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more.
“I want you to read...
He cleared his throat and handed me over a book.
I took it from him. It was big, seemed ancient, and covered with old golden lines in the shape of a spider. I held it and looked up at him. He frowned and faced me once more.
“I want you to read...