There exists a very strange tower within a very strange town. You'll probably never find it. Maybe you will, if you're lucky. (That is a lie, it's not a sign of luck to find the tower, please do not come looking for it.)
There is, however, another way to find it - something strange and potentially horrible just has to happen to you. You see, those stories always find the tower, some way or another. By mail, by milk carton, by wind, by fax. It doesn't matter. The Librarian collects them all - or rather, in light of recent events, I should say that he used to collect them. For he is incredibly dead.
There are a lot of demons in this world, and they can be damn hard to see. Have you been paying attention?
Who is Tarald Tvedt? That is a really good question. I thought about asking my mother to write this bio, but I feel like "He is a very handsome young man", would be quite misleading, so I'll take a stab at it instead.
Tarald Tvedt is from Bergen, Norway. He grew up with stories of Greek myths, epic adventures, and a very early introduction to The Great Gatsby, which made him immensely annoying at parties. He is now living in Berlin and is trying his best to write something that he would like to read himself. Sometimes he succeeds. When he fails, he usually rides his bike, Hercules, around the city until he gets tired. (He is tired quite often.) He is also quite fond of maps.
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