( And the damnedest thing happens — Jack tells him, but something about the town just makes it impossible to remember. The name slips through people's fingers like grains of sand, so gently, so dreamlike, you almost don't even notice it happen. Terming it weird really is an understatement — things that live there don't want attention drawn to it. Whether the intent is good or bad is impossible say; maybe a collective mix of both.
Whatever the case, Kyle definitely hasn't heard of it before.
And then, as though by universal coincidence, they're suddenly at his room. It's unremarkable, just a standard shared room with three other beds — two empty — most impersonal. Jack's is distinct in one way: his is the one with an absolute hoard of books around it. Three or four on the nightstand, a couple hanging out on the still-made but rumpled bedspread, a half dozen in a neat stack on the trunk at the foot of it.
He reads.
A lot.
It's that latter stack he heads for, pulling a rather journal-ish little tome out and offering it over freely. )
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Whatever the case, Kyle definitely hasn't heard of it before.
And then, as though by universal coincidence, they're suddenly at his room. It's unremarkable, just a standard shared room with three other beds — two empty — most impersonal. Jack's is distinct in one way: his is the one with an absolute hoard of books around it. Three or four on the nightstand, a couple hanging out on the still-made but rumpled bedspread, a half dozen in a neat stack on the trunk at the foot of it.
He reads.
A lot.
It's that latter stack he heads for, pulling a rather journal-ish little tome out and offering it over freely. )
Here ya go.