The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The mirror cracked. It did not shatter. It did not explode. It simply split, a single white vein of fracture running from the top left corner to the bottom right, slicing the reflection in two. Elias stared. His own face was bisected. The left eye remained steady. The right eye looked wrong. It looked away. He was standing in the hallway of the house he had bought with his last savings, the...

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