Eire of Mystery

by Gavin Green

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  As the mist deepened into a drizzle, Devlin grew irritated standing out in it on the lawn. With glances through the windows that offered a view, he saw no one hurrying to the front door. Considering that the skittish morpher may have failed in his attempts of suggestion, Devlin debated manifesting and simply knocking. But why would any mortal freely invite a young stranger in of their own free will, especially at such an early hour?

  He called for Gideon once, twice, but with no reply. The magistrate concluded that the morpher was hiding, and thus refusing the command of his office. Devlin stood impotent in the rain, and began to rage, threatening loud curses against the inhabitants of the house should Gideon not acquiesce.