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Adrian leaned his elbow on the car door and stared out at the passing suburbia. The rows of split-level homes with their faded siding fly past, but the far-away look in his eyes showed he didn’t see much of anything of the world outside of the lush interior of his dark sedan.
Albert glanced through the rear view mirror. “Is everything all right, Master?”
Adrian sat up and crossed his legs. He looked down at his lap. A paper bag lay in it, and within that was the wreck of the magic mirror. “That remains to be seen. I’m not sure if Ficus has the skill to repair the mirror.”
“If he doesn’t then who would?” Albert asked him.
Adrian shook his head. “No one on this continent.”
They drove a few more blocks before Albert parked the car in front of a large split-level home. The wind
