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Sorcerer's Workshop
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Mirror, Mirror
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An Interactive Fiction
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Release 1 / Serial number 150512 / Inform 7 build 6M22 (I6/v6.33 lib 6/12N) SD
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Sorcerer's Workshop
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The sorcerer's den is a dusty, whispering place. A grandfather clock with skeletal hands reads nine o'clock. The floorboards are stained where that porridge just wouldn't come out.
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> > Sorcerer's Workshop
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(Testing.)
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>[1] look
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Sorcerer's Workshop
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The sorcerer's den is a dusty, whispering place. A grandfather clock with skeletal hands reads nine o'clock. The floorboards are stained where that porridge just wouldn't come out.
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>[2] examine mirror
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The mirror is polished clean, and has no impression upon it.
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>[3] hold up mirror
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The mirror shines momentarily with a dazzling light.
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>[4] z
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Time passes.
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>[5] look
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Sorcerer's Workshop
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The sorcerer's den is a dusty, whispering place. A grandfather clock with skeletal hands reads four minutes past nine. The floorboards are stained where that porridge just wouldn't come out.
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>[6] x mirror
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The hazy image in the mirror preserves a past sight:
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Sorcerer's Workshop
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The sorcerer's den is a dusty, whispering place. A grandfather clock with skeletal hands reads two minutes past nine. The floorboards are stained where that porridge just wouldn't come out.
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All is distorted and yet living, as though the past and present are coterminous in the mirror.
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>[7] rub mirror
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The mirror is polished clean, and has no impression upon it.
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>[8] east
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Apprentice's Pantry
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This is where the aproned apprentice traditionally makes the camomile tea, cleans out the jackdaw cages and furtively examines purloined artefacts.
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>[9] hold mirror up
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The mirror shines momentarily with a dazzling light.
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>[10] west
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Sorcerer's Workshop
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The sorcerer's den is a dusty, whispering place. A grandfather clock with skeletal hands reads nine minutes past nine. The floorboards are stained where that porridge just wouldn't come out.
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>[11] x mirror
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The hazy image in the mirror preserves a past sight:
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Apprentice's Pantry
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This is where the aproned apprentice traditionally makes the camomile tea, cleans out the jackdaw cages and furtively examines purloined artefacts.
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All is distorted and yet living, as though the past and present are coterminous in the mirror.
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> > |