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by Lev Grossman

  There were still a few stars visible, and he could sense the cold winter constellations lying in wait below the horizon, just out of sight, ready to rise. It was funny to think that they were still expecting him at the office tomorrow morning, he thought. Early, before the markets opened. He pulled the lapels of his jacket tighter around him, but the chilly fall air cut right through the thin fabric. It was even funnier to think that he would probably be there.

  About the Author

  LEV GROSSMAN is Time magazine’s book critic and the author of The Magicians. He has written for the New York Times, Salon, Entertainment Weekly, and Time Out New York.