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"What do I do?" Leo asked, his academic brain finally kicking into gear.

Leo closed the book gently. He didn't need the citation anymore. He had the story. Should Leo from the book world? Handbook of Research on Children's and Young Ad...

Leo spun around. Sitting on a giant, oversized alphabet block was a girl no older than twelve, wearing a heavy crown of mismatched keys and a tattered denim jacket. She was holding a clipboard. "I'm... I'm looking for a citation?" Leo stammered. "What do I do

As he spoke the words, the ground beneath him vibrated. The golden glow returned, blindingly bright. The binary dragon and the chrome city began to dissolve into elegant, printed sentences. Leo felt that familiar, sickening tug. Thump. He had the story

The dusty spine of the Handbook of Research on Children’s and Young Adult Literature didn’t look like a portal. To Leo, a weary grad student pulling an all-nighter in the sub-basement of the university library, it looked like a brick of boredom.