Mouse and Bat scrambled back down the stairs, breathless but laughing.
The shattered mirror behind them was already fading into dust. The house sighed — a soft, tired sound — and the shimmer near the door reopened just long enough for them to dart through.
They stumbled into the quiet safety of the real world, hearts pounding but full of wonder. The cottage lights flickered warmly. Home, sweet home.
Sometimes the scariest paths reveal the strongest magic — and the most grateful hearts.
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