Carter stepped over the threshold and halted.
He’d entered a speculum world. The wall, floor, ceiling, every piece of furniture were covered in mirrors. The whole space stretched and concertinaed without end.
A dark haired woman wearing in a white nightdress was sitting on a chair holding a red apple. She was visible simultaneously from every angle, reflected and refracted into a million editions.
A million Carter’s scratched their heads. ‘It’s like something out of a Kubrick movie.’
‘Doc thinks she was poisoned,’ Hanley said, joining him. ‘Blue lips. Cyanide in the apple.’
‘She’s Eve to the power of infinity.’
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