Imagine, for a moment what’s worse than a claustrophobic house of mirrors. Now imagine, an ever-changing, moving house of mirrors. Kathryn and Louis have entered a ride at the (in all but in name) St Giles fair, a ride that they fondly imagine to be full of the childhood pleasures of convex and concave mirrors. They’ve definitely got more than they bargained for. This is the climax to part two of Mr Tumnal’s story, and I’m having such fun writing it.
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