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[redux] ariadne
Entering Hades, with small steps as if in a thunderstorm, bucket of black bile in hand, skimmed during a period of excess melankholia. Afar, the loom of the damnable mirror. When close enough and with averted eyes lest to look inside, she spatters the bucket's content at the mirror, dashes off, and emerges, unseen.
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