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The front door looked everything but magical, and certainly not a city café's entrance.
Yet inside was a café, and books, and people at computers. There was the stair, which I climbed. I pushed the swing door to what I thought would be a terrace.
Iinstead I saw a mountain and a lake and countryside as far as I could see.
I silently thanked the witch who'd been kind enough to give directions to a lost city fox.