He reached the grate that led beyond the outside wall after about ten minutes. As a child the distances had been so vast, that exploring took the better part of a day. I think my imagination did much to add to the experience.
Like the grates above, the iron bars were too close together for him to squeeze through. While a diminutive seven-year-old could slip in and out, his MAGE-year-old self had no chance. However, he needed only a couple of inches to get his head through and with some luck the rest of him would squeeze through.
“That’s why he left the poker for me to find,” Marc said.
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