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Lachesis by Jonathan Houlding

……through a curtain into a darkened chamber. The sounds from the crowd muffle behind me.

The darkness strangely heightens the smell of damp air. My eyes adjust slowly to the dark claustrophobic space.

A small panel hangs in front of me, on it, a spectral illumination shimmering like a flame. The image of two faint teardrops bracket a slowly expanding line.

Hovering, it flicks and waves. Then, within the image a moment of clarity, delicate hands stretching a chord of light.

Then darkness.............

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