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buildings. The mirrors were round, square, rectangle, some were even
triangle shaped, and they all hung low to the ground. They were made of gold,
silver, bronze—every metal imaginable. Some were even dressed with multicolored
jewels and looked as though they belonged in some make-believe castle. Some of
the mirrors were old fashioned, with brass frames and blackened mirrors—marked
with age as though they were hundreds of years old. Others looked new, with no
traces of wear. They reflected the light like a river catching the rays from
the sun in the early morning.
    Two men in green uniforms were delicately removing a large cracked
mirror and leaving a large rectangular stain on the wall as though the mirror
had been there for ages. Another man with a broom was sweeping up the pieces.
    As she strolled past, Zoey leaned forward for a better look. Above
each mirror were two light bulbs, a red one and a green one. Most of the red
lights were on—all except for one.
    She could hear a low humming, and a sudden draft brushed her cheek
as though a gust of wind had rolled by. But there were no open windows nearby. Then
the only mirror without a red light shimmered as though the mirror itself was made
of water. The green light bulb flickered on, and a man in a yellow rain coat
stepped out, leaving a wet trail behind him.
    Zoey’s jaw dropped.
    The man smiled as he passed Zoey and said, “The rain is really
coming down in Bangkok.” She closed her mouth, embarrassed when she realized
she had been staring at him.
    Did he just say that he just
came from Bangkok ?
    There was a sudden loud buzzing from the opposite side of the hall. The
light bulb on another golden mirror flashed green, and a woman walked out. Her
body covered in orange smoke like she had just stepped out of a volcano. The
woman dusted herself off and walked calmly away with her chin in the air, as
though everything were normal.
    “Keep moving, Little Red,” said Agent Barnes with a smirk. Zoey moved
along, but she kept turning around, trying not to miss anything.
    And then she saw something that made her gawk even more.
    An impressive glass panel on the right wall was a directory for the
building. The large black lettering read:

    THE AGENCY
    North American Branch No. 416

    SUPERNATURAL AFFAIRS, Room 4A
    MYSTICS LAWS AND REGULATIONS, Room 3B
    CREATURE CONTROL, Room 2C
    INTER-DIMENSION TRADE, COMMINUCATIONS & TRANSPORTATION, Room 2A
    MILITIA AND DEFENSE, Room 1B
    SEVENTHS’ ACADEMY, Room 1D
    ILLEGALS, DETAINEES, OR ANY UNLAWFUL AND HOSTILE MYSTICS , Basement level

    A small note at the bottom added:
    “For all other matters, please see Ms. Andrews at the front desk.”

    Zoey was mesmerized. As she passed, she could see her own astonished
face reflected in the countless mirrors that lead off the main hall. It
reminded her of the one time she had sneaked into the circus’s fun house, where
the mirrors distorted your face and body. But these weren’t ordinary carnival mirrors,
these were much more unusual.
    Suddenly the entire hall buzzed, and masses of people stepped out of
mirrors all around her—people and monsters.

Chapter
4
Management

    B lood pounded in Zoey’s ears. A kangaroo-like
creature with a flat, human-like face and a very long feathery tail hopped
along the corridor. A dog with the face of an axe trotted alongside a man with
four legs in a navy suit. A woman with thick green and orange striped skin and red
eyes like burning coals carried a pile of important looking papers. Striding
next to her was an enormous man with bulging muscles, a pronounced forehead,
and a single piercing blue eye. Zoey’s creeps stung her skin like a nuclear goose
bump attack. The sensation wasn’t cold this time, though—it was unusually warm . Subconsciously, she reached for
her backpack, but let it go when she caught Agent Barnes’ warning scowl.
    Zoey’s attention was quickly diverted when a beautiful steed
galloped by. Its body blazed like a wildfire in red and