“But that’s exactly it,” the professor said, “everything is possible. As soon as one thing is possible, every other possibility connected to it is not only possible, but probable, most likely existing on some other plane, some alternate reality that we don’t yet have access too.”
“But how is that possible?”
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“What about the Miller’s daughter?” a trembling voice squeaked from behind me.
What about the Miller’s daughter? Did he really just dare to question me? I stopped abruptly, and turned to face him. He stood before me, a lanky, skinny boy with a mop of reddish brown hair that flopped over his eyes and covered half his face until he was nothing but lips and freckles. He was but a pesky mouse in my presence, so small that even my shadow towered over him. I leaned down, pushing my nose so close to his nose that they were just shy of touching, mere millimeters of air between us.
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