Claire shoved her hands into her pockets, her left hand closing around the keys. It suddenly felt electric and warm and she pulled it out and looked at the keys again.
Two fat brass keys with filigreed heads sat upon her open hand, vibrating oh-so-slightly and still radiating warmth. A faint clinking reached her ears.
Something about the dream theory didn't feel right. Didn't fit. Not to mention, she hadn't fallen asleep at any point since she'd started reading the journal.
Wonderment and incredulity made her gasp. Had these keys been the thing that transported her? When they'd fallen from the journal, she'd picked them up and the next thing she knew, she was here. Wherever, whenever here was.
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Claire shoved her hands into her pockets, her left hand closing around the keys. It suddenly felt electric and warm and she pulled it out and looked at the keys again.
Two fat brass keys with filigreed heads sat upon her open hand, vibrating oh-so-slightly and still radiating warmth. A faint clinking reached her ears.
Something about the dream theory didn't feel right. Didn't fit. Not to mention, she hadn't fallen asleep at any point since she'd started reading the journal.
Wonderment and incredulity made her gasp. Had these keys been the thing that transported her? When they'd fallen from the journal, she'd picked them up and the next thing she knew, she was here. Wherever, whenever here was.