Swirl had heard of such a thing happening

… a bag of mail lost in northwest China in the fourth century, preserved by the desert air. Thirteen hundred years laterm an Hungarian explorer discovered them in a collapsed watchtower. But such things were as good as fairy tales. She chided herself for her delusions. 

Ridiculous: a woman receives, as regular as clockwork, books copied by an anonymous hand, delivered night after night to her doorstep — and chides herself for believing in fairy tales. Perhaps when fairy tales happen to us, it is against the rules to realize that we have stepped into one.

 

 

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