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... lass walls, like a whisper bouncing through each reflection.
Somewhere behind one of those false walls, the real Lyraen was trapped. He couldn’t feel her presence, only guess she was still there.
And as he stood still, the elf pounded against a mirror with both fists, her mouth moving silently, her eyes burning with fury, anger, and frustration. There was a little bit of fear in them. But not for herself. For him.
Then, the mirror ahead of him shimmered.
A ripple ...
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