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The complementing half, the carving that imitated the design of that key.
It glowed in the same rhythm as the key, glinting without a single freckle, and as if calling
out to her, pulling her closer.
Her mother’s face.
“Ma.” She let out a breather, placing both her hands over the wall helplessly.
Before she realised, the wind around her was swirling, with all the creepers, weeds, and
the clouds above spreading apart, as if to make way. It was all one now – the face, the
key, and Ginger’s mother.
Soon, the wall lit up, and crack opened.
Chapter 22
