Chapter Seventeen
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The room was full of ancient warriors.
They guarded the Mirror of the Arcane.
There was a shimmering inside the old glass.
Katie looked in wonder.
'It's called The Mirrors of Magic', she said.
'I heard about that. The warlock called Craig Morse-Smyth, made it in 1785 in the late 18th century', Matt told them.
'Is he here?', Jennifer asked him.
'Aye, he is buried in the Cemetery of the Magicians', Katie answered. She pointed to the middle of the room, as they gasped in amazement at the mirror's power.
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