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A Charming Carriage Ride Part 4
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2024-10-29 19:42:56A few minutes later, Serendipity realized the night sky grew rapidly lighter. The stars began to fade, and looking below, she could see nothing but fields of ice and snow.
“We’re almost to the dome,” Corey explained. “When we go through, you’ll notice a sort of an odd sensation, like you’re sliding through a thin layer of jam.”
That didn’t sound particularly pleasant to Serendipity, but she supposed she could handle it in order to get Pozzletot back. “All right. Is there anything in particular I need to do?” she asked.
“No,” he replied, “Only make sure you keep your whole self inside of the carriage. The magic knows what belongs and what doesn’t. It recognizes the carriage but not you. So, stay inside of the carriage.”
Serendipity nodded and promptly removed her hand from the railing, just in case her fingers would somehow be severed from her body. Corey laughed
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