The Clearing

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The mountains parted, leaving a clearing between – wide like a door standing open. On the other side, was a lake still and unmoving.

Saying that the lake reflected the stars did it no justice. No, it was like an obsidian mirror, mercurous and speckled by dots of light that winked, as if they were flirting.

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