Meracles was perusing his library when he noticed a strange book. It only had one page in it, and the page was blank.

He heard a knock on the door of his apartment. He opened it, and found a person with albinism with violet eyes and white hair.

“I’ve come for that page,” said the man.

“Well, come inside and take it,” said Meracles. The man tried. He bumped against the wards and stopped.

“I don’t want to waste any power for this page. What do you want in exchange?” asked the man.

“Some knowledge or information that will gain me power, as every other sorcerer seeks. What is better than the power to do what I want?” asked Meracles.

“Wisdom to know not when to use it, perhaps?” asked the man.

Meracles invited the man in and they sat to eat a small meal. Meracles knew this person was special, but wasn’t sure how.

“I’ll write you a piece of a treasure map,” said the man.

Meracles jaw dropped. The third piece of the puzzle! He recovered himself, and said,” I suppose that will do,”

The man sketched the map as though he could see it exactly in his head, and then transfer it to the paper.

Meracles swapped the book for the map copy, and the man left in peace.

The slimy sorcerer had three pieces, and he was beginning to see that this was not a physical map, but a symbolic, or perhaps metaphysical one. It frustrated him again, that this treasure was beyond his grasp, that it was a set of nesting dolls that held its secrets with a tight set of claws.

Meanwhile, the man, the Incarnate Book named Thoma, recovered his last memory of Dana, the girl that imprisoned him in text. And with that, he was able to forgive.