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All except Lucy. For her, it was worth trying to open the door of the wardrobe, even though almost sure it was locked. It was so much admired to see that opened easily, dropping two mothballs. Inside he saw hanging coats of skins. Lucy loved the smell and touch of fur. Jumped in and got between coats, letting them afagassem his face. Do not shut the door, of course: he knew very well it would be foolish to close within a wardrobe. Was inching closer and discovered that there was a second row of coats hanging behind the first. Ali was half dark, and she stretched her arms, not to slam the guy in the back of the cabinet. He took a few steps, always hoping to play in the background with his fingertips. But he found nothing. “Must be a colossal wardrobe!” Lucy thought, advancing further. Suddenly realized he was trampling anything that was crumbling under his feet. Were other mothballs? Stooped to examine with their hands. Instead of finding the smooth, hard bottom of the wardrobe, found a soft and cold thing, which crumbled in his fingers. “It’s very strange,” he thought, and took another step or two. What now rubbed his face and hands were no longer soft fur but something hard, rough and prodded. Only then saw there was a light ahead, not two feet from the nose, where it should be the bottom of the wardrobe, but far away. Fell on him a light and fluffy thing. A minute later, he realized he was in the woods at night, and there was snow under their feet, while others flakes tumbled air.” 

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