"Jove, this is pointless!" the black-haired woman in the pink shoes rolled her eyes behind my back. Me, Holliday and Gavin Squires with Murgatroyd were half-joging, half-runing down the hallways of the Nevermoor Wunderground network.
"No, give me a minute, I swear, there is something..." I persuated.
"Holliday..." started Gavin. "I believe the man. If there is someone, who can find, what we are looking for, almost a century... North is the one."
"Thanks, Gavin," I said, trying to not lose the little, almost invisible silver thread, so similar to the strand of coweb, that was floating through the corridors. It was practically impossible to see it, but the Gossamer is an amazing thing. There were thousands of strings of all the thicknesses, and colours. But this silver one... There was something special about it.
I took the left turn and suddenly stopped, hypnotised by what I've seen.
"We are here," groaned Murgatroyd behind my back. She was right. There it was.
The Gossamer Line Station.
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Mogtober 2022
FanficHello, guys! This Mogtober is written, drawn and crafted, so everything in one. Now some rules: 1. We ship Morrijack here sooooo bad! If you want to publish rude comments, doors are right there ➡️🚪 2. If you've got suggestions for stories, pictures...
