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Olly buried his face in Pippin’s fur. The dog licked his ears. And Zinka Rezinka sat on the blanket floor, humming a tune that sounded like a key turning in a lock.

“No,” said a voice behind him. Zinka stood there, holding a jar of something that glowed like a firefly caught in honey. “But he’s not quite in your world anymore, either. Some feelings don’t break, Olly. They just move to a different place. Your job isn’t to bring him back. It’s to visit.” zinka rezinka

“What’s this for?” he asked.

“You’ll know when you find the lock.” Olly buried his face in Pippin’s fur