Mrs Widds seemed in a pensive mood last night.
As couples who have been together for a while tend to do, we both, for no particular reason, turned to each other at the same time. I, from my computer and she, from her book.
Perhaps something had been triggered by what she had been reading, for she looked at me and asked, probably rhetorically, “Why do mirrors never show us as we see ourselves?”
“Because they lie,” I answered without thinking.
It’s not their fault, of course, they were cursed, a long, long time ago: And this is how it happened …
When they were first invented, by a cronemage who chose the name Skögul after one of the Valkyries of legend, mirrors reflected all aspects of the viewer back to themselves.
First there was the Physical image, but it was a weak, thinly defined, image, because, of course, the…
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