honestly shocked that she never snapped. I probably would have.” The clerk smiled
again.
“If you choose Chortazo, your full life would be written in ink,” the clerk told
him. “Your name gets added to the spine of one of the books behind me.”
William stared at the unmarked books. He wondered if his was up there.
“So, William,” the clerk started. “You have a choice. Do you want Chortazo, where
you can help stabilize Ms. Harlow’s life?” he asked pointing to the first door
behind him. “Or do you want Apoka and hope that one day things might work out?” He
pointed to the other door.
William turned around and studied both doors, unsure of what to do next.