Genova, 1415
“There is a place,” you tell the little girl, “Where the world ends, not a sudden cliff or a hole, you understand, just an end, everything fading away until there is no color, no sound, nothing.
“And lost things collect there. If you have ever lost a sandal, it went there. If you have lost a favorite toy, a kitten, a thimble, that is where it has gone.