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“Soh that mirror, any minute!”

“Mirror!?” I cried

I reached out

“No!” said Crumley

“What’s he up to?” asked Henry

“Looking back,” I said

I swung the mirror door wide

I stared down the long tunnel, astounded at how far we had run, fro twenty years to now, Halloween to Halloween The tunnel sank through commissaries of tinned films to reliquaries for the nameless Could I have run all that ithout Crued the walls?

I listened

Far off, did doors open and slam? Was a dark arun discharge skulls, blow the tunnel, ram me back from the mirror? Would—

“God damn!” said Crumley “Idiot! Out! ”

He knocked my hand down The mirror shut

I grabbed the phone and dialed

“Constance!” I yelled “Green Town”

Constance yelled back