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Remus, and a mirror.
A photograph, he thinks, the first time he turns and sees the play of moonlight shining through the leaves, framed in glass and gilt. Strangely enraptured, he doesn't really wonder at how the picture could have been taken without drawing the notice of the wolf wandering at its ease in the deep forest beneath a swollen moon, or why anyone would want such a large picture, reaching to the ceiling. Only, looking up at the moon as he draws closer, does he notice the reversed letters inscribed on the cold metal. Remus leaves the room, and only looks back once.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
~ Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare