Illo turned in a slow circle.
There was no staircase, no visible frame, no ‘exit here’ sign glowing helpfully with an arrow. Just a little brass plate nailed to a stone reading: Somewhere Slightly Less Than Here.
And wind.
And fields.
His boots squelched as he stepped forward. It sounded wet, but when Illo bent down to touch it, it was dry. However, it di…
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