The Crawling Ink

SIENNA’S POV

With a long breath, I clicked open the first clasp. The metal groaned, reluctant to open from age. Then the second. My pulse thundered in my ears. The lid gave a soft creak as I lifted it.

Three books lay inside, their leather covers worn and faded with age. That was it. Just three old books nestled in what looked like silk that had turned yellow over time.

"Is this it?" I asked, star