It was 2 AM, and the glow of my laptop screen was the only light in the room. I was deep in a spiral of online research—ancient maps, lost libraries, obscure medieval monks who definitely had too much time on their hands.
I clicked .
Still nothing.
It didn't exist.
And there it was. Not the link—but a trail. At 1:58 AM, I had bookmarked the page. At 1:59 AM, I had apparently dragged it into a folder called "IMPORTANT—DO NOT DELETE." where are my bookmarks
You know. Just in case.
A digitized manuscript that contained a reference to a hidden room in a castle I was writing about. My heart thumped. I hit . Saved. Bookmarked. Safe. It was 2 AM, and the glow of
Then I found it. The link.