The Healing Room

As we unlocked the door, a bright light gushed out, and I knew at once that this was the right room. The others had reeks of menace, but this one ... just smelt right. I smiled, relieved, because I was extremely worried that we would have brought Corby to the wrong place.

The room was painted in light pastel colours, with wide open windows, and sunlight gushed through them. The only furniture was a bed in one corner, which had a brightly-coloured patchwork quilt spread over it.

"We have to lie her down on the bed," I said, still trying to catch my breath after my headlong dash down the stairs. "Then leave her here, till she "walks from this place unaided"." No one got the quote. I didn't expect them to.

The End

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