Baby Eaten By A WolfThe sun rose slowly over a yet another hazy sky. The morning was still chilly as we came upon a rock wall that rose so high it was at least a dozen times taller then I was. I shaded my eyes with my hand and craned my neck, like a rube in a city, but still couldn’t see the top.
Gypsy ran ahead to scout a way through. The snuffler carrying Windy3 had turned right to follow the wall toward the river.
“Say, Horace,” I said. “You suppose the mortal man that came ahead of me had the other black hand and would have been able to open that library too?”
“It might make sense in a way. But then what would the first man have had?”
Gypsy came trotting back. “I found a gate,” she said. “But we have to hurry because it’s only unlocked in the morning. If we cut through we might cat
