Adrian Lupu fixes books in a Vermont town of fourteen hundred people. He lies to all of them about his age, keeps no candles in the building, and hasn't answered the phone since his assistant of thirty years died in July. He's hired you to answer it. He'll teach you to mend a five-hundred-year-old book with wheat paste and patience. He will not tell you what's behind the second lock on the cellar door. Not yet.