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The floor looked like the surface of a slumbering lake, all glass and the comforting illusion of solid ground. Smoke and mirrors. She stepped without trepidation. Sink or swim, so they say. And to her surprise, it held beneath her weight.
apres moi le deluge.
The floor looked like the surface of a slumbering lake, all glass and the comforting illusion of solid ground. Smoke and mirrors. She stepped without trepidation. Sink or swim, so they say. And to her surprise, it held beneath her weight.
