“Storage shed five is empty.” “What do you mean, empty?” Alfie spun around on his stool, the puzzle forgotten. “Empty. Unfull. Vacant. Void. Hollow. An…
As the dust and soot settled, on absolutely everything, a small, soot-covered figure stumbled out of the fireplace. “He-cough, cough…Hel-cough, cough…Hello, I’m Alfie. Are you…