Free The Witch's Revenge by D.A. Nelson

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    Now the awakened mob was pounding on the doors.
    â€œCome on, before they break them down,” said Bertie.
    There seemed nothing strange or untoward about this photo booth. Morag walked around, looking it up and down, while Shona checked the roof.
    â€œWhy did Queen Flora send you to this thing?” Bertie asked.
    â€œShe started telling me there was an escape route out of Marnoch Mor when all the others had been closed,” Morag said. “Perhaps there’s a clue or a map inside.”
    â€œI’ve already looked, but I couldn’t see anything,” Bertie replied.
    â€œLet me try.”
    Morag stepped behind the curtain and sat down on the seat. She knew human photo booths took pictures, but had learned that nothing in Marnoch Mor was necessarily what it seemed.
    â€œTry pressing buttons,” the dragon suggested.
    Morag quickly pressed every button she could see, but no instructions revealed themselves.
    â€œThis is hopeless,” she said, and stood up to leave.“I think the Queen must have made a mistake. There’s nothing here.”
    â€œYou didn’t put in any money,” Henry pointed out.
    â€œWe don’t need our picture taken,” she replied. “We don’t have time.”
    â€œTrust me,” the medallion said.
    Morag hurriedly sat back down. There was a coin slot just below the camera. Beside it was a sign saying
Attention
. She was sure it hadn’t been there before. As she stared at it, some black lettering appeared:
    If you want your photo taken
,
Three coins will make it waken
.
If it’s something else you’re after
,
Place a token in the rafter
.
    Morag screwed up her face, puzzled by this. She glanced up at the roof. There didn’t seem to be any rafters. Bertie pulled back the curtain and stuck his beak in.
    â€œI’m not sure what this means,” said Morag.
    â€œA token? Hmmm,” said the dodo. “What kind of token?”
    Just then there came a violent crash. Morag, Bertie, Aldiss and Shona jumped in fright.
    â€œWhat’s happening?” Morag gasped and pulled back the curtain to see Shona and Aldiss watching the front doors with widening eyes.
    â€œNow, don’t panic, Morag …,” Shona started. “But—”
    â€œThey’re using a battering ram!” Aldiss squeaked.
    â€œGet in beside me and Bertie,” Morag said. “Or they’ll see you.”
    Shona picked the rat up by his tail and tossed him in, then squeezed in herself as the girl and the dodo were pressed against the glass. Outside, the battering ram began smashing the doors, sending the sounds of breaking glass and splintering wood echoing through the empty station.
    â€œHenry! Do you have any clue as to what this rhyme means?” Morag cried anxiously, her throat dry and tight. If medallions could shrug, then Henry would have raised his shoulders high. Instead, he just sighed and said that he didn’t.
    â€œA token could be something else,” said Bertie. “A gift, for example.”
    â€œWhat sort of gift would a photo booth want?” Morag asked, voice wavering.
    They all thought for a moment before Aldiss squeaked: “What about some furniture polish for the stool or cleaning fluid for its lens?”
    â€œIt might work,” replied the dragon. “Bertie, this is where we need your magic bag.”
    The dodo nodded, rummaged in his satchel and pulled out two long bottles. One filled with a fizzy violet liquid was marked:
Wand Buff, the magical way to show your wand you love it
. The other, filled with green slime, said:
Lornish, the Magician’s Favorite! Two drops and your glass will sparkle like the Magic Eye
. Morag placed them on a ledge near the ceiling.
    â€œTokens accepted,” a mechanical voice said fromnowhere. “Please select an option. I can dispense advice on love, money and magical enchantment. If it’s an astrological