“Soon as you get settled, go to the library“, the Gatekeeper tells me my first day in town.
“There is a girl who minds the place by herself. Tell her the Town told you to come read old greams. She will show you the rest.”
“Old dreams?” I say. “What dio you mean by “old dreams”?”
The Gatekeeper pauses from whittling a round peg, sets down his penknife, and sweeps the wood shavings from the table.”Old dreams are…old dreams. Go to the Library. You will find enough of them to make your eyes roll. Take out as many as you likeand read them good and long.”
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World