Milo stepped through.
At 2:13 a.m., Felix’s hand cramped. He set down the pen and shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. When he returned, the drawing was empty.
“An exit,” Felix whispered.
Milo stepped through.
At 2:13 a.m., Felix’s hand cramped. He set down the pen and shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. When he returned, the drawing was empty.
“An exit,” Felix whispered.