The Road Between Pages
Chapter 2 · 1 min read · Theo Mercer
The woman said her name was Kit. She claimed to be a courier, but her boots were too expensive and her coat concealed several distinctly unofficial lockpicks.
She spread the book across Oliver’s desk. The narrow road had multiplied into a city of precise streets, its buildings sketched with black ink no wider than a hair.
“It is shrinking,” she said. “Every time someone forgets a story, another street vanishes.” Oliver placed a ruler along the map and saw that she was right.
He could draw the missing roads, she explained. But to keep them, he would have to step inside the book. Oliver glanced toward the green gate and felt his chest tighten.
Kit waited without speaking. In the white margins, a small bell began to ring.