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Narnia, Susan, all ages
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It happens nearly every time she passes a lamppost, but especially on winter nights when the snow is swirling down, and the flakes catch the light: a pang between her ribs, and then a cold, cold feeling, like she swallowed a block of ice. She pauses, closing her eyes, and waits to feel something more. Just what, she doesn’t know. It’s been so long that she can’t remember exactly how it felt the two times she was pulled out of this world and into another. And maybe that’s the problem, she thinks as she waits and waits, growing colder, growing frustrated. Maybe if she could just remember, that would be it, the thing she needs to do to find her brothers, her sister, her cousin, and her friends ( ... )
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*shivers*
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Such a chilling line to sum up a chilling fic. I really hoped someone would write Narnia fic when I saw this picture, and you do it complete justice. Thank you. <3
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