Strange things happen in normal spaces. Several days ago Ophelia Hedre looked in her cupboard for the old tweed jacket that she wanted to wear as the weather was unseasonably cold. As she opened the door there was a vague whiff of lavender, and a sudden rustle. Pushing aside the jackets and blouses, she could just discern a forest glade in the place where the back of the cupboard should be. It was however too dark to advance, so she went back to grab a torch. But when she returned there was nothing there – just an ordinary cupboard, with someone squatting down beneath the clothes, doing what one always does in cupboards. No lions and not a witch in sight.
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