When Jake entered graduate school, part of the thrill had been the feeling of entering a world of covert scholarship, a world of kinship between him and his peers. "Literacy or death," they had solemnly pledged over pints of ale with all the earnest intensity of youth. They had considered themselves guardians of the written word, protectors of language itself.
Now fifteen years older, a part of him still believed in that romantic ideal of lexicography, but the truth was his whole life had been sheltered within the soft confines of academia. Until now that was. Staring at the blank leaf of paper before him, Jake's hands tightened in fear. There were far too many entries missing from this dictionary for it to be coincidental. But who had stolen them? And why?