Find Me In Your Labyrinth pdf

Estelle followed the servant through the suspended walkway that wrapped around the castle. As they crossed,
Estelle couldn’t help but notice an incongruous structure standing out against the backdrop of the castle. Tucked
among the trees, it looked like a quaint chapel.
The presence of a chapel designed with oriental elements within the grounds of an ancient castle seemed oddly
out of place, a jarring blend of styles.
The Brennans had some distant ancestry from across the world. If the old man fancied a slice of the East in his
backyard, it was perfectly reasonable.
Estelle shrugged her thoughts off and proceeded to follow the servant.
Soon after, Estelle was ushered into the study. The room boasted classical elegance, spanning roughly a
thousand square feet. One wall was dominated by large European-style windows, another by a cozy sitting
area, while the remaining two were covered floor to ceiling with mahogany bookcases. The sight was nothing
short of stunning.
As Estelle stepped onto the plush carpet, she noticed that the books on the shelves were meticulously
organized. The section dedicated to literature spanned centuries, covering every conceivable subject. Among
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them, Estelle spotted several volumes that had reportedly been lost to the annals of history, yet here they were, collected under
the Brennans’ roof. She was craning her neck to get a better look when another servant entered the room. “Miss, the young
master sends his apologies. He’s been detained by an unexpected visitor. He asks that you wait here for half an hour. Feel free
to peruse any book you fancy, and if you require anything else, do not hesitate to summon me.” “Thank you,” Estelle replied,
offering the servant a polite nod. She browsed the shelves and pulled out a historical medical tome, rumored to have been lost to
time. Here it
was in the Brennan estate. Estelle wondered what an uproar it would cause among the scholars to know.
After leafing through a few pages and realizing she couldn’t quite decipher the text, she slid the book back into
place. She pulled out another couple of books, and as she did so, one of them triggered something. A hidden
compartment in the bookshelf slid open, revealing a small drawer with a photograph inside.
Estelle wasn’t one for prying, but as the drawer slid out, she caught a glimpse of the image and paused. It was a
photo of a girl in camouflage gear, her face obscured by a mask, standing on the edge of a desert. The girl’s
eyes were sparkling amidst the swirling sands. It was no other but the young Estelle.
Estelle was stunned. Could Lambert know her? But she had no recollection of him.

She did remember that mission, though. They had been part of a small peacekeeping force and, after a victory,
landed in the Gota Desert before catching a connecting flight to meet up with her brother in Vixin.
Coincidence didn’t seem to fit the narrative of yesterday’s events.
Estelle’s mind raced with questions as she began to feel a newfound wariness towards Lambert. She was just
about to put the photo back when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
Lambert snatched the photo from her hands with an icy tone, “Miss, it’s quite rude to snoop through someone’s
personal stuff without permission.”
It was the first time she’d seen Lambert’s expression so starkly fierce.
He fetched a soft cloth from a nearby drawer and began to carefully wipe the photo before securing it back in its
hidden niche.
“Do you know her?” Estelle asked, curiosity piqued.
Lambert’s eyes flickered with a distant recollection. “In a manner of speaking, yes.”