The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass shattered. It did not break with a polite sound, but a shriek, a jagged tearing of the air that sucked the warmth from the room. I stood in the center of the foyer, my hands still raised, trembling, as the shards of the antique mirror rained down around me. The reflection of my face, once so clear, was now fragmented into a hundred terrified eyes. They stared back at me, disjointed,...

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