corduroy-and-pocketwatches: The slip of paper, however, Jackie could not let go of. She opened her h

corduroy-and-pocketwatches:

The slip of paper, however, Jackie could not let go of. She opened her hand, watched it flutter to the floor. She stared at it. It was on the floor. “Dot dot dot,” the blank paper said, not literally, but like a comic book speech bubble. She stared and stared, and it sat and sat, and then she blinked her eyes and it was back in her hand.
“KING CITY,” it said.
“This is getting me nowhere,” she said, to no one, or to the dogs, or to the Thing that lurked in her corner.

(”Welcome to Night Vale” by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. p 32)

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