PUZZLE PIECE 40
THE TALKING MAT
A bristly mat speaks,
Of good and evil twin doors,
Beyond the cottage,
Chara and Mizeria,
Could these lands really exist?
The aroma of Aunt Karissa’s croissants wafted up from the ground floor up to my bedroom. These were no ordinary pastries. Their magical aroma stimulated my senses in the most extraordinary way. And yet I wasn’t hungry. My encounter with the repugnant spirits had drained me of all my energy.
Tucked up in bed, and far away from devilish spirits, I thought I was safe.
Esme wasn’t in the bedroom mirror, as she would normally be in the morning. Instead, I guessed she must be downstairs in the mirror near the kitchen, enjoying the sight of the freshly prepared croissants. Poor Esme. I hoped that would be enough to satisfy her.
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