The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

” Arthur said. “It does not prove the book is still active.”

Mrs. Gable appeared from the back office five minutes later, her grey hair pulled into a tight bun. She nodded to Arthur, her keys jingling as she unlocked the basement door.

“It will take some time, Arthur,” she said. “The damp down there has swelled some of the bindings.”

“We will wait,” I continue reading …