"I'm trying to keep my explanations short," Ekkehardt replies, with a shred of impatience creeping into his voice. "I can explain more later. Once we're out. Just follow me."
The darkened halls provide no challenge apart from those of nerves, at least at first. But as the last of the daylight slips away, flashes of mirrored light begin to shine from cracks and half-glimpsed rooms and decaying frames half-hanging off the walls.
They provide nothing so comforting as an ordinary reflection.
(Ekkehardt passes by a frame beginning to fill with what seems to be liquid mirror-light and it reflects, instead, the face of a stranger that's not him; but the same white hair, traces of the same smile remain. Sunlight, a strange countryside, more strangers dressed in clothing so unlike the stark reds and blacks he drapes himself in these days.
It's easy to get lost in mirrors, when they show you what you miss and what you desire.)
He switches his grip from Avery's sleeve to his wrist, continuing to tug him along.
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The darkened halls provide no challenge apart from those of nerves, at least at first. But as the last of the daylight slips away, flashes of mirrored light begin to shine from cracks and half-glimpsed rooms and decaying frames half-hanging off the walls.
They provide nothing so comforting as an ordinary reflection.
(Ekkehardt passes by a frame beginning to fill with what seems to be liquid mirror-light and it reflects, instead, the face of a stranger that's not him; but the same white hair, traces of the same smile remain. Sunlight, a strange countryside, more strangers dressed in clothing so unlike the stark reds and blacks he drapes himself in these days.
It's easy to get lost in mirrors, when they show you what you miss and what you desire.)
He switches his grip from Avery's sleeve to his wrist, continuing to tug him along.