When the letter is done, Dany holds up the typewritten pages. But looking at the letter, she can’t help but do the math. All of the words she’s struggled over, in the end, they add up to just one word, really. And in a game of Scrabble, goodbye will only net you so much.
Fourteen stinking points. That’s it.
Then, all at once, Dany looks past the letter and sees it for the first time. Really sees it.
The typewriter.
She sees the whole of it, sky blue and solid, and then she sees the whole of it broken down into parts, the parts as tools.
Dany goes at the thing.
Using the weight of her body, she breaks the first lever off by sheer will – holds up the key – it’s marked with the letter g. And then she gets to work on the next one.
So what if the dark comes, what of it?
The d
