The Arcane Arts

Ellsbeth

When she was in her bed, her only focus was the work.

Rawlins had said he hoped she could impress him, and so that was exactly what she was going to do.

Maybe she was delusional with lack of sleep, but she almost wanted to burst out laughing.

It wasn’t just theoretically possible; it was doable.

Ellsbeth began writing as quickly as she could, her handwriting a manic scrawl.

When she finished, she attached it in a PDF to Rawlins, in an email without a subject line.

Ellsbeth turned out the lamp by her bedside, but she didn’t even bother to close the curtains to the sunlight of the already lightening dawn before she fell into a deep sleep.