Sixty-two:
Ben Taylor
I didn’t know how long I’d been trapped in the office. Little Tatiana had watched me for a while before eventually getting bored as she realized that me writing was just me scribbling with the magic ink. Nothing had happened so far. There hadn’t been so much as a tremor to acknowledge that there was a change in the world. It was just me, alone with the words, in a way that I hadn’t been writing before in such a long time. I’d spent years hiding in Faerie, away from the real world, and I’d been worried that I had forgotten to do the one thing that made me feel human. But as I sat at the desk of Edward Endless, the words flowed, and now I was writing. Writing the story of Clark and me. I never thought it would be something I would do, but now it seemed like the
