The Last Margin

Stand with me at the Last Margin, $N, in the middle of the one page in the whole Hundred Leaves that nobody has ever written on. Every other leaf we have found was cut from the Book for a reason we could eventually name: a missing word, a doubled letter, a mark that could not decide what it meant, but this leaf was cut for none of those reasons. It is the very last page of the Book, and the Binders will not write an ending before the story it is telling has actually finished, so they bound every other leaf and set this one aside, blank, and let it drift wherever an ending has not happened yet. I have stood over it longer than I like to admit and never once felt the pull to pick up a pen. The Glossator visited this same margin once and told me they had read every leaf in this reach twice over and had nothing left to add to this one, and for once that was not tiredness talking: it was respect. I am not going to write anything here either, $N; I am only going to tell you it is still yours to fill, whenever the story gets there.

Experience

9700

Currency reward

34s 70c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Ledger and ink