Airadice was a fairly busy city, no matter the time of day. Or night, as it might be. Even in the bookstore, closed and lights off, the bright lights of the city filter through the curtains in the windows of nearby apartments and catch on the wet stony texture of the streets. Really, of all the nights to lose track of something, especially your own limbs, this was not the one the excuse of darkness would work for. Luckily, he can blame the flash of lightning nearly blinding him, because he de...
