Another journal

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The writing desk’s magic was much simpler than the camera’s.

“The other end of the letter slot connects to the mundane world somewhere, most likely around your aunt’s home. It’s like the jumps, but only big enough for a letter.” Dry-Eyes buzzed over a branch that Emily had to duck.

“So the next jump will be easy?” Emily had guessed as much about the desk. She had tried to remember to write home every other day, even just a short note. She hadn’t felt homesick at all, but Janice was probably worrying.

“Yes, thank goodness. And we’ll arrive just a day’s walk from the castle.” Dry-Eyes landed on the arm of a bench and Emily stood next to her.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.