Smoke in Mirrors
Prologue
One year earlier ...
The hallucinations were worsening rapidly.
She halted at the top of the staircase and tried to steady herself. The hall of
dark mirrors stretched away into infinity, a treacherous fun house filled with night and shifting shadows. She
had to forge a path through this disorienting landscape before she lost her grip on the last remnants of her
sanity.
The planes and angles of the shadowed corridor were melting and flowing into
bizarre shapes that reminded her of Mvbius strips. Endless loops with no beginning and no end. She did not know how
much longer she could hold together the disintegrating fragments of her awareness. She longed for sleep but she could
not give in to the nearly overwhelming urge. Not yet. There was something she had to do first.
The electricity had flickered out of existence a moment ago. Weak starlight
seeped in through the narrow windows at either end of the endless corridor. She gazed down the length of the writhing
passage and saw a sharp sliver of silver. She knew it marked the entrance to the library. Fourth door on the left.
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