Lief grimaced at the feel of plaster beneath his fingers.It didn't matter, though. What mattered was the clock. Sitting quietly in the wall, undisturbed for who knows how long, the ornate timepiece gleamed in the window's light.
What window? The room had been inescapable a moment ago, and now the window was back. Turning, Lief saw the door was too. He moved from the wall and reached for the handle. Something stayed his hand. The portal was somehow menacing, and loathe though he was to turn his back on it, Lief returned to his work.
The clock was off. Three hands made their patient way about it's face, one backwards, while a fourth ticked the seconds away. Below that, two tiny doors sat between two bronze openings, each about the size of a chestnut.
They've reached the stairway.
Lief stared at the clock, pondering its mystery, while time ticked mercilessly away.