Sarah Day

The Library of Infinities

Two hours ago, Markel had no intention of stuffing a librarian in an empty closet. That the library contained empty closets at all seemed odd to them. Still, they weren’t about to question the floor plan of what Professor Burlish described as an endless and expanding labyrinth. Then there was this: the two crisp stacks of hundreds pressed in their hoodie pocket. Twenty-thousand dollars in total.