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“Elizabeth strode anxiously back and forth across the hotel room’s thick cream, Axminster carpet. Perhaps it had been arranged that way specifically for her benefit, but the room sported a generous collection of gold-rimmed mirrors, and every so often she would catch a glimpse of her violet eyes peering back. They were horrifically nervous, like a small animal that’s just realised a steel trap has sprung tight around it. Hell! Why try to be so poetic? Her eyes actually looked fearful. When she saw herself in the mirrors, there was a woman unaccountably, but most definitely, frightened.”

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