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The Return
🕑 Added 2015-07-31 22:57:14 +0000 UTC A full day passed, the stillness and silence disturbed imperceptibly by afew dust motes glinting in the rays of the sun as they meandered along
air currents in the long forgotten room.
At first just a faint
bulge in the surface of the mirror it became more pronounced and defined
as if something pushed against surface tension, then the surface, some
would say event horizon, surrendered to the inevitable and a limp
glistening black form was carefully lowered to the floor.
The ghost of an echo of a voice seemed to whisper at the cusp of hearing "go forth my daughter ...... and open the way ...."
