The handle on the library’s door flickering in and out, indicating irreality.
He knew what needed to be done. Alysha had already left, having to start her shift in the castle’s “core”. Rumor has it she was also a dancer in disguise, going by the name of Francis Wagner. If so, she twirled on yin-yang and did it well, or so they say.
He’d met her (in disguise himself) over on one of the levels below the club, selling sushi. “Two please,” he said, trying to blend in. She saw through it, being a masquerader herself. “Brend,” she said in return. “I didn’t recognize you without my hat on.”
The second “Two”, was strangely different from the first, as if foreign text had just floated in from the sky to roost on the various pages.
He felt his world turn upside down.
It was about time to play the piano to let off steam.
Sunklands 