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Use your illusion. Or someone else's.

But they were back in Guðrún's castle.

"Atra!" said Ragna, as the others stared at the eldest witch. Atra herself looked down at her own flabby arms and her wrinkled, liver-spotted hands.

The illusion was a good one, but if she concentrated, she could just about see firm muscle and smooth skin.

Krakatoa made her excuses. "I really need a bath right now." She still had demon slime on her.
"Me too," said Guðrún, remembering the large looking glass that was in the bathroom.


Mirror mirror on the wall The URL of this comic is http://www.rocr.net/?p=20020304



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