Avon Fantasy Reader No. 9 — page 129: what you’re looking at

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orm of the creature of the mirror. Behind him stretched the tunnel its hidden terror. ? : - Jpon the face of that Nicholas far away spread a fiendish smile. The other cholas receded, only to return with a can of black paint and a brush. ke by stroke, that other Nicholas began to cover the mirror. Nicholas tried in vain to make this alien figure move or shout or beat its _ ray through the cliff of glass. | | He was trapped. Night deepened around him, and became blackness. He was imprisoned forever in this golden-green figure. His despairing gaze atched that distant Nicholas, an unholy light of joy in its eyes, while it shed painting the entire surface of the mirror. He was captive in a undless, boundless, motionless realm of black. : | : Tue Enp 127