![]() ![]() When she looked again, the image had dissolved. The woman needed to tell her something.Įmily jerked and almost dropped the mirror. Her dark eyes seemed to look right at Emily, as if she were no further away than the distance to the mirror.Įmily's hands trembled and her very bones felt cold. For a moment everything blurred, and then a face filled the mirror, the face of a young woman with black hair loose to her shoulders and a roughly woven shawl over her head. ![]() Some stood upright, while others had fallen on their sides or lay partly buried in the earth, crusted with orange and lime-green lichen.īy one of the upright stones, she made out a human shape. It cleared to reveal a circle of large stones on a grassy hill. Her face, her long brown hair, faded, and mist swirled across the glass. Moments later her image wavered, as if light shifted inside the glass. ![]() studied her face in the mirror, which was cloudy in spots after its long travels. CM Magazine: The Secret of the Stone Circle. ![]()
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