Late at night in the Medium's Hall, the rustle of turning pages never stopped.
Two kerosene lamps and a candle on a tall stand let Arthur clearly read every word on the pages.
For two whole days, Arthur had not left 2 Kirk Street.
He had hungrily read through both books left behind by Toad.
No!
He ought to call him by his proper name: Gram.
Through the two books, Arthur had learned not only his name, but also his life story.
Gram was born on September 3, 1713, in Amorton, a small town near Yemogod, farther north than North County. The region mainly produced towering redwoods. Not only was it covered in snow and ice all year round, it was also home to many ferocious beasts. Gram's father and mother had been killed by those beasts. After selling his older and younger sisters for a good price, he had secured a job as a gravekeeper.
Of course, being a gravekeeper was never what Gram really wanted.
Intent on making a fortune, what Gram wanted was...
Grave robbing!
He had started robbing graves as soon as he became a gravekeeper at seventeen, amassing considerable wealth over the next ten years. Just as he was preparing to retire, he discovered the tomb of someone from the mystical side.
That tomb had changed Gram's life completely.
Recalling the entries he had just read in Gram's Diary, Arthur rose and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot cocoa.
He used hot milk rather than boiling water.
Naturally, sugar was a must.
For a snack, he had croissants delivered by Alvin, the bakery apprentice.
Once again, Arthur felt fortunate to be living in South Los in this era. Thanks to the port, he could sample most of the foods this