“Good,” the other self whispered. “Now go. And don’t forget to bring the key back. Someone else will need it someday.”
Candice Demellza walked into the impossible and found it had been waiting for her all along.
Candice Demellza—librarian, skeptic, keeper of broken things—took a step toward the glass. She didn’t know if she believed in spells. But she’d spent a lifetime cataloguing evidence that the world was wider than people dared to admit.