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THROUGH THE MIRROR
THROUGH THE MIRROR
The mirror stands on the north wall of the ancient dusty mansion.
Its glass surface is pitted and marked from three centuries of use,
the frame is gilded silver inlaid with rubies and emeralds.
If you look into the mirror you will see only yourself
but if you look straight through you will see another world.
Step through the threshold and d...
Thursday 19th July 2012 6:34 pm
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