The Wistful Campus

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"Don't pull. You'll break it." I didn't look up from the banister. My knuckles were white, locked tight around the wood, while the thing in the mirror above me pulled at my left arm with a strength that felt like cold iron wire. It wasn't a reflection anymore. It was a separate entity, a ghost wearing my face, and it wanted my hand. The attic was silent except for the creak of the floorboards...

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