The Distant Nightmare
The mirror in the hallway of the Ashworth estate had been cracked since your grandfather’s time, a jagged line running from the top left corner down to the bottom right, like a vein of lightning frozen in glass. You did not see your reflection in it anymore. Not truly. You saw the face of the stranger who had arrived three months ago, the one with the pale skin and the eyes that looked through...
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