Summary: Narnia isn’t the only land that steals away the years…
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
Carry Me Home
The doors in Atlantis are curious things. You’ll never know when in the timeline the door will open in the world, but the door will always open again later along the timeline for the city. Sometimes it’s a few minutes, sometimes it’s a few days, but you will always come out further along in the right direction.
There’s one door that takes months away for minutes of time and they mark it red and nail a warning into the wall. They’ve got no way to force the city to close it, but they wish they could.