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ReflectionI awoke in shock. What did I just witness? Slight perspiration slithered down my forehead, freezing upon my brow in the dead of the night. My mind was spinning around, bolting in fear from my memories. As my head started to clear, I reached inside my pocket absent-mindedly. Fumbling, I felt an excruciating pain as my finger touched the sharp shard of my once golden mirror. I felt a trail of blood seeping down from the minor cut. Shivering, my thoughts started to drift back to the dream...Reflection by ~chiragbajaj
Ivan stared at the golden mirror like a snake pinpointing its prey. "I can't see anything!" he hissed to his butler, Alfred. The butler stared at the mirro
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(sorry for the late responce)
