The cold, damp weather was accompanied by a light morning fog that coated the area, reducing the visibility to a dozen feet. It was a positive portent, this lovely fog that hid her sudden apparition. Regardless, she peered left and right, ensuring that she had not been seen appearing out of nowhere. Those few Parisians strolling or jogging down the avenue were apparently too absorbed with their own thoughts to have noticed her. Still, it was only a matter of time until her strange outfit drew unnecessary attention. Placing her flattened palm before her face, Celia imagined that she was in a fashionable pencil skirt, blouse, jacket and knee-high boots. She pressed her intention into the thought and immediately the glamour formed. Satisfied that she was safe from the prying eyes of passersby, Celia concentrated on the imposing stone townhouse across the street. It looked innocuous enough, but she knew better than to judge the security of buildings according to their outward appearances. She’d made that mistake once and only once and still bore the scars.
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