She was ignoring me now. Stomping toward the mirror she kept on her wall, she began an incantation.
“Claupin-haupeux-maulix…” she began. As she sung the final syllable, the mirror flashed, and she stepped through it back into her office.
“You know you’re dragging this out way longer than either of us want. I just came from the other place, and seeing you makes me want to go back again.”
“Then go to Hell,” she snapped.
“Tut-tut-tut. Language. Have morals simply fallen off the edge since you toppled the thirteenth pillar? I suspect this whole place is a little unbalanced, now.”
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