My Delirium
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Last published Thu, Feb 11, 2016
"This is Sarlohn. A place where nothing is comme il semble - as it seems... Je suis Le Portier."
An ancient looking mirror...
"Why was I able to pass through?"
The surface rippled...
"I have a direct order from Dmitri..."
Someone pushed me...
"I've never met a 'Dmitri'."
"But, ma belle, Dmitri has met you."
"THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!"
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