C52 The Ghost of a Library

He turned his palm towards me, and when he turned it over, I didn't see any skin, I only saw exposed white bones. He turned it back and looked at the back of his hand. It was pitch black. It was so gloomy that it looked like burnt charcoal.

I widened my eyes, but I fell into a long period of hesitation and silence.

A low and hoarse voice rang out. It was cold