Arthur paced. If the internet cut out now, was it a sign? Was the universe telling him the prose was purple? He thought about the character in Chapter 7, the one who lived in a lighthouse and only spoke in riddles. Would the transition from the gritty urban realism of Chapter 6 be too jarring once they were physically joined in the same document? Ding.
His "Draft Story" was currently scattered across twelve different files: Download pdf24 merged pdf
He dragged them one by one into the PDF24 Creator interface. The little sheep logo watched him with what Arthur interpreted as supportive indifference. He arranged the files, ensuring the twist ending didn’t accidentally come before the character introductions, and clicked the magic button: . Arthur paced
Arthur stared at the progress bar, his finger hovering over the mouse. This was it. The culmination of three years, four breakups, and several gallons of black coffee. He thought about the character in Chapter 7,