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The Eye of Night

 

 The Eye of Night by Pauline J. Alama

 

"I'd seen nothing in the still pool they call the Mirror of St. Fiern, nothing: not even my own reflection, for rainstorms had drowned the pool in dull, blackish mud.  That featureless blackness, more than any evil vision I might have seen, seemed to pass a death sentence over me: my life was a void, a starless night.  For a moment, I felt I must cast myself into the depths and drown, as though the saint herself had urged it.  I'd never felt less inclined to return to the Order, but neither had I any glimmer of a new life outside it."

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