I don’t know what I’m thinking, and frankly I think it’s best if I stay a few steps ahead of my mind right now. Because this is all manner of completely batshit insane.
See you tomorrow, Lane.
With Knatz on a path to unlock the Book, the Mountaineers took a night off and waited to hear from her again.
Knatz:We got to Spartanburg and had no idea where to start. We spent a day and a half asking around and of course Nib wasn’t Nib’s name. But asking about a possibly nerdy, bookish, perhaps reclusive guy in a small town like this . . . we narrowed down our choices. We were eventually sent to an old house just outside of town, near Lake Blalock. The whole place had been trashed. We weren’t sure if it was messiness, the storm, or a combination.
Lane found him in the cellar. I think he’d been
