[Considering how much time Koby spends in the library, he doesn't make any requests beyond his typewriter for some time. Instead he reads and reads and reads, and ends up with pages and pages of notes -- about this world, about fantastical others, about astral projection and dreamwalking and the multiverse and string theory and everything Stephen Hawking has ever touched. But all that adds up to a whole lot of theory and not a lot of anything concrete. No solution to the mystery of Saltburnt. No way to get home. No way to protect the people here.
So, half-superstitious, half desperate, one late night:]
YOUR NAME: Koby YOUR REQUEST: What am I missing? I've read so much -- and I'm thankful, I really am, but some sort of clue, something for me to focus on. Some way I can help. Something USEFUL.
I'm so scared that I'll wake up and this'll all be gone and
If that's too much I understand. New pens would be nice. I've used all the ink in the others.
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So, half-superstitious, half desperate, one late night:]
YOUR REQUEST: What am I missing? I've read so much -- and I'm thankful, I really am, but some sort of clue, something for me to focus on. Some way I can help. Something USEFUL.
I'm so scared that I'll wake up and this'll all be gone andIf that's too much I understand. New pens would be nice. I've used all the ink in the others.