The Faded Guest
The mirror in the hallway was cracked. It had been there for years, a long, jagged vein running from the top left corner down to the brass handle. I had learned to ignore it. Or so I told myself. But now, standing in the grand foyer of the Ashworth estate, the fracture seemed to pulse. The house was empty, save for the dust and the cold. I had come back for the last of the boxes. My sister,...
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