I spent my last morning here, talking with my favorite librarians, sitting in my favorite chairs. Watching all the people, wondering if some of them can see into the empty spaces. Those spaces aren’t empty. They’re full of doors. And light. And magic. And now I have proof. How do you think the Crafter puzzle worked? I wrote the riddle, hid the numbers inside, connected unconnected things with ideas and imagination, and then the payphones started working. Just like I’d designed. Just like magic.
Anyway, I spent the morning here at the library, then I went downtown. And I waited with the Traveler’s Discs, my tokens, for an impossible train to pick me up.
Whatever happens next . . . well, we’ll see. But don’t worry about me. Don’t be scared. If I could survive this dark world and bring magi
