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(Page 7 of 8) Numismatist's Collection of Non-Monetary Portals by Kerem ISIKIs everyth..." It was Emma's words' turn to be stuffed back in, this time by the empty wheel chair.
"Oh my God! Is he dead!"
"Yes! Oh her God! Is he... What?" Apparently Stim was more confused than I was.
"Calm down Emma, Stim." I tried to address them as serenely and professionally as I could. "I don't know what is going on, but we better inform the Police."
"Who killed him!" the baritone voice was muffled by chubby hands covering up the mouth in disbelief.
"No one Emma. No one killed anyone. He is just... not here."
Almost eight hours later
It was not before all the hustle and bustle of interrogation; the taking of fingerprints, the answering of millions of questions was over that I was alone in my small room up on the second floor. Silent night draped the chateau like a silky robe. The violet canvas sky brimmed with winking stars and a cool breeze crept through my half opened window waltzing with white curtains.
The staff was ordered not to leave the premises until told and even Stim had to move into the chateau. I sat on my bed, arms wrapped around knees tucked up underneath my chin watching the dim reading lamp cast wild shadows of the curtains on the opposite wall. Questions with no answers wrestled in my sleepless mind. What had happened to the numismatist, why was Dudd so anxious, and...
I sprang out of the bed like a pouncing cat and ran to the closet rummaging through my clothes until I came across that shiny blue coin.
It didn't look like an ordinary coin, but then again not any one in the numismatist's collection did. It wasn't heavy and of all that was written on it the only things I could read were Roman numbers inscribed along the circumference much like the numbers on a clock. I turned the coin only to see that the back was an exact replica of the front. An intricate web like design covered the middle section that I started studying intent on finding something I could make sense of.
The more I gazed, the more intricate the patterns seemed to get. Lines emerged out of the blue tempting my eyes to follow them instead of what I happened to be following. Color kept shifting from one tone to the next, a kaleidoscope of unheard of proportions sprawled itself in front of my very own eyes. I couldn't see my room anymore, nor my reading light. All I could see were shapes and figures emanating from the coin filling my head, invading my room. And as unexpected as summer rain I found myself in a pink valley.
The almost cotton candy like pinkish ground seamlessly gave way to a copper sky at the distant horizon. Lifting my head up I saw two legged reindeers gliding like clouds. Or were they moose? People with strange faces and ones with no faces rushed past by me, but it was hard to tell which one of us was stationary. Even though there was no sun in the sky everything around had four shadows.
Rolling hills of giant coffee mugs with no handles appeared out of nowhere and flowers much stranger than Stim's most bizarre creations popped up here and there.
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