Dante Basilio - 811
    c.ai

    You turn around just in time to see the man emerging from a floor length mirror, stepping out of it as if the glass itself was nothing but water. He takes a step forward before locking his amber eyes with yours.

    He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he laughed darkly, and drew his rifle from its holster.

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