Sung Kim Gazebo painting

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The figure seemed to be motioning for him to come forward, closer.Ethan would not have admitted to Hazard Yancy or to any other cop from the old days, perhaps not even to Hannah if she were alive, that when he put his hand to the mirror, he half expected to feel not wet glass, but the hand of another, making contact from a cop under fire and dared not panic.Anyway, he felt as though he were half in a trance, accepting the impossible here as he might easily accept it in a dream.The apparition leaned toward him, as if trying to discern his nature from the far side of the silvered glass, in much the same way that he himself leaned forward to study it.Raising his hand once more, Ethan tentatively wiped away a narrow swath of mist, fully expecting that when he came eye to eye with his reflection, the eyes would not be his, but gray like Dunny Whistler’s eyes.cold and forbidding Elsewhere.He swabbed away an arc of mist, leaving a glimmering smear of water.Even as Ethan’s hand moved, so did the phantom in the mirror, sliding away from the cleansing swipe. Cunningly elusive, it remained behind the shielding condensation—and moved directly in front of him.With the exception of his face, Ethan’s vague reflection in the misted glass had been dark because his clothes were dark, his hair. The steam-frosted shape now before him rose as pale as moonlight and moth wings, impossibly supplanting his own image.[107] Fear knocked on his heart, but he wouldn’t let it in, as when he’d been a