Clara thought for a long moment. “How do I get back here when I need to?”
At the end of the lane stood a single house. Number 1, Notting Hill Drive. um lugar chamado notting hill drive
When Clara blinked, she was standing in the alley between the bookstore and the laundromat again. The gap between the walls was just a brick wall now, solid and unremarkable. But in her pocket, she found an orange peel, perfectly spiraled, and a single brass coin stamped with the image of a sleeping fox. Clara thought for a long moment
“I’m… sorry?” Clara replied. “I think I’m lost.” Notting Hill Drive. When Clara blinked