They were gathering once again. The vain, the pretentious. Lining up to see the image of themselves reflected back at them.
It was a regular occurrence, a sort of social event within the well-to-do of the forest.
On top of all that there was a sense of mutual admiration as they complimented each other on what they saw.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
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