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I entered the ruin to a low hum…
The snug fit of my arms in the portal vectors was no accident.
Once inserted an irreversible chain reaction commenced.
The stone and wood around me shifted into old form:
sleek… modular…
The screen before my face showed a small orange planet, turning in space.
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About Sue Vincent
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
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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