I'd be happy to continue. Here is the next installment of your English–Arabic bilingual gothic blog.WritingAn Inn in the Forest | نُزُلٌ فِي الْغَابَةِBlog – Part 3 | المدونة – الجزء الثالثEnglishThe silence inside the inn grew heavier with every passing moment.Then I heard it.A faint sound beneath the wooden floor.It was neither a footstep nor the cry of an animal.
I'd be happy to continue. Here is the next installment of your English–Arabic bilingual gothic blog. Writing An Inn in the Forest | نُزُلٌ فِي الْغَابَةِ Blog – Part 3 | المدونة – الجزء الثالث English The silence inside the inn grew heavier with every passing moment. Then I heard it. A faint sound beneath the wooden floor. It was neither a footstep nor the cry of an animal. It resembled the slow turning of ancient pages. Curiosity overcame fear. Holding one of the old candles, I searched every corner of the room until I found a narrow wooden door hidden beneath a worn carpet. The door was unlocked. As it opened, a cold breath of air rose from the darkness below. A narrow stone staircase disappeared into the earth. Each step echoed through the silence as though the underground chamber had been waiting for visitors for centuries. At the bottom stood a small room carved from ancient stone. In its center rested a heavy wooden table. Upon it lay a massive book covered with d...