I began counting days, though the end of my ten-year contract remained a distant dream.

Shallow marks accumulated on the windowsill, one for each passing day. Martha noticed when bringing meals but said nothing, simply setting down her tray in silence.


"Miss, the Count says if you're bored, you may visit the library."

"The library?"

"Yes, it's filled with books. There aren't many places you're allowed to go in the castle, but the master thinks reading might keep your mind occupied."


She led me to the library I hadn't managed to see during our previous tour.

It was a vast chamber with bookshelves covering three walls, each crammed with ancient tomes. A solitary table and chair stood by the window.


I pulled a book from a shelf, disturbing a layer of dust that danced in the pale light.

"Does anyone actually read these books?"

"The Count visits occasionally," Martha said. "But mostly, this place stands empty."

I opened the book to find tiny script in some ancient language I couldn't begin to decipher.

"Take your time exploring. I'll attend to my duties downstairs."

After Martha departed, I stood alone among the forgotten knowledge.

I settled into the chair by the window, gazing at the endless white landscape beyond the glass.