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bent down and digged her fingers deep. “Yes.” She opened her palm looking at Wobbly
for a kind of reassurance, He nodded, and she looked down.
A key.

“A key?”, he said, “But,to what?”
She held it head side up between her fingers to let some more light over and noticed
something as she saw its shadow fall on the floor.

She traced her forefinger to the edges of the blade and its bits. “It’s a face”, she
whispered.
“There’s a carved out face on the blade of this key!” She exclaimed to Wobbly who stood
dumbstruck.
“It’s…It’s my Mum’s face!”, she fell to her knees, looking at it holding it between her
fingers and now tightest to her chest.

“There is something really complex going on here Ginger.” He said in a serious tone as both
of them placed the books one-by-one to make a tall tower. And then climbed up one-by-
one, one giving hand to the other and standing up till they could peep out of the wall.
“We need to find others.”, she said, and jumped.

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