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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Demon Lover From A Dark Mirror
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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Demon Lover From A Dark Mirror
Anna Austin
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 Anna Austin
Written by Anna Austin
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
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I had bought the mirror from a tinker at the market. He was an old man, gnarled and stooped and with a shock of white hair. He had called to me from across the throng of people who crowded the market square.
“Mistress, Mistress! I have something for you! Come and have look at my wares!”
Usually I would have ignored such a request; I was at the market to food and other essentials, not to buy junk from an ugly old man. But something about the way his green eyes sparkled as he caught my attention drew me to him, and I pushed my way through the mass of people to get to him.
“Mistress.” he repeated when I reached him “I have something for you. I knew as soon as I saw you that you would want it. Have a look.”
On the back of his cart was dusty cloth draped over a large object. The tinker gave me a cunning grin, then drew the cloth back to reveal what was underneath.
It was a mirror, but one entirely unlike any I had seen before. The mirror itself was dark and cloudy, not dirty, but as if there was some flaw with the glass itself. The frame was made of wood, but jet black, darker than the sky on a starless night. But the most striking thing about it were the images carved into the wood. Strange and grotesque images they were. A gaping skull, with a protruding tongue and maggots crawling out of the eyes. A screaming human face, extreme terror somehow apparent in its wooden eyes. An outstretched hand, reaching out of the frame as if desperately trying to escape.
But the carving at the very top of the frame, just above the centre of [...]
