The second X took them to a narrow stairwell behind a bakery where seven steps led to twenty tiles set differently—worn by generations of footsteps. Behind the twentieth tile was a hollow that smelled faintly of citrus and old glue. Inside lay a thin wooden box with a single key and a folded photograph: Keiko as a child, holding hands with the woman on Platform 7's map marker—the vanished granddaughter. The back of the photo had a scrawl: 13/06/14.
The second X took them to a narrow stairwell behind a bakery where seven steps led to twenty tiles set differently—worn by generations of footsteps. Behind the twentieth tile was a hollow that smelled faintly of citrus and old glue. Inside lay a thin wooden box with a single key and a folded photograph: Keiko as a child, holding hands with the woman on Platform 7's map marker—the vanished granddaughter. The back of the photo had a scrawl: 13/06/14.