When Alisa woke up, she would find herself in the middle of a hall of mirrors. Her own reflection looking back at her and a dozen or more of Enteinne stumbling around, coughing, calling her name and trying to find her. His voice echoed from all sides and gave no clue as to who the real one was.
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