by Laurette Folk (Author)

"The church across the street was silent, there were no bells at night to call the hours. The bedroom door was not completely closed and let in some light that hit the mirror and was scattered in the mists. Dante watched as the light and the mists took on a form. He reached for his spectacles on the night table and put them on. In the glass was something he had never seen before: it was a creature with its wings folded. And then, slowly, the wings unfurled, feather by feather, until he could see the full wingspan of the angel in the mirror. It had the face of a woman looking down at something, and when she raised her head, he saw that the face was that of his daughter, Carmen."

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