She couldn’t form a reply. How did she get here? The boy seemed to notice her disorientation, taking her hand gently.”Worry not, Ma. We must hurry, you need to forge your box. Do you have the earring? You need something from that night, the one under the moon.” Her mind races, lost. “I don’t understand,” she uttered. “Which box? Which earring?” She fumbles in her pocket and, to her astonishment, found Miriam’s earring. It is the one the police had given her when she identified the body. She couldn’t fathom how it got there, but it was a familiar anchor in this bewildering new realm. “Yes, this is it. But…” she is holding up the earring. The boy looks at her with a patient smile: “For now, trust me and follow.”
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