The House Next Door, Chapter Two
How Mini-Flash Juniper made it, she would never know. All she knew was that she somehow did.
The landing was a square outspread before her, bookcases stretching to the ceiling, and several doors leading off. Some of these were closed, but the one to her immediate right was gateway to a blaze of golden-red sunset which the corner at the foot of the stairs had cut out. It measured a brilliant panel on the rug which spanned the old board floor, and within the bounds of its fiery angles Flashsatsumas sat, his back to Mini-Flash Juniper. He was wearing his containment-suit, as he hadn’t been when she saw him last, and the books he’d talked about were stacked before him.
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