Reflections
and Revelations
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| (One-word challenge:
"reflections") |
| I’m going insane. I look into a well, into Falafel’s
stupid mirror, and instead of seeing me, I see him. I thought I was doing okay. Not great - never great, not without Iolaus - but okay. I’d stopped turning around every time I thought I heard his voice, stopped waiting for him to pounce on me from behind some market stall, stopped ordering two ales instead of one. But it hasn’t done me any good, apparently. He never liked being ignored. He looks so real. If this is madness, I think I might go with it. With him. |