The Pale Echo
"Look at you, Nora. You’re a wreck. A absolute mess of a woman." The voice came from the hallway, sharp and laced with the particular cruelty that only a sibling can wield with such ease. Nora did not turn around. She stood before the antique dressing table, the glass cracked down the center like a frozen lake, reflecting her face in two disjointed halves. The woman in the glass was older than...
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