“But I know there used to be an entrance here. I must have walked past it a hundred times when I was still alive.” I stopped for a moment, appalled at myself. That was the first time I had used that phrase: “When I was still alive.”
Theo was staring at me gravely, and I sensed he understood I had just passed a milestone.
I walked along the perimeter of the wall, around the corner and to the end of the street and back, inspecting every inch. There was no opening of any kind, and no way for me to climb up. Remembering Pierre’s promise that I could go wherever I wanted, I tried to leap up to the top, but it was far too high.
“You must be thinking of the other Paris. The two worlds aren’t exactly identical, you know,” said Theo.
“I thought this was the other Paris.”
“You know what I mean.
