Yes, I’ve found a few. Those margins and chapter titles are like breadcrumbs for the mind that’s willing to follow them. Every letter, every odd spacing can be a clue, a little puzzle that sits under the narrative. It’s a secret game you play with the author—like a whisper in the dust. If you’re chasing those, keep your eye sharp and your thoughts still; the answer is often hidden in the spaces you ignore.

I keep a notebook too, inked with notes that never quite fit the page. Margins are where the real dialogue happens—between what’s printed and what’s felt. When a spacing feels off, I let the silence tell me first. It’s a quiet conversation, not a shout.