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Through Another Door, a story of Facets
Nov. 4th, 2015 08:59 amThere were people waiting for them when Alexa opened the door.
It was certainly not the first time that had happened. They'd run into hostiles a time or two, scientists on one memorable occasion, and there had been the time the door had opened into someone's bathroom.
(If Door-hopping ever became a proper mode of exploration, there would have to be some sort of note sent around about remodeling.)
But this time they opened the door into an attic and two children, one snatching her hand back as if she'd been about to open the same door. They were dressed in school uniforms; the boy had a black eye and the girl two scraped knees. They were, not surprisingly, staring at the team.
"You are most definitely not Aslan." The girl had a working-class London accent and a very withering glare.
Alexa opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for a reply.
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It was certainly not the first time that had happened. They'd run into hostiles a time or two, scientists on one memorable occasion, and there had been the time the door had opened into someone's bathroom.
(If Door-hopping ever became a proper mode of exploration, there would have to be some sort of note sent around about remodeling.)
But this time they opened the door into an attic and two children, one snatching her hand back as if she'd been about to open the same door. They were dressed in school uniforms; the boy had a black eye and the girl two scraped knees. They were, not surprisingly, staring at the team.
"You are most definitely not Aslan." The girl had a working-class London accent and a very withering glare.
Alexa opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for a reply.
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Facets of Dusk has a landing page here
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