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pped in moss, their branches clawing toward the moonless sky. A heavy fog hung low, muffling every sound. T

tance, a c

kened its wooden planks, and the windows were smudged with dirt. A single lanter

y toward the door, drawn by a force that felt like memory.

ed open

did not recognise but felt she should sat in cracked frames on the mantel of the fireplace. A you

ction in a mirror hanging cro

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older. Her hair was longer, darker. Her expression was filled with ter

ve to r

mirror

led through her window. The woods outside were silent. But her hands

ything that came to

r. The woman in the mirror. Looked like me but older. She said: 'You have to

h school, her thoughts drifted back to the cabin. She tried to talk to Lila about

sure. My grandma used to say there were things bu

. I just dreamed abou

. "Was it the one with

art stutte

d I got lost for a while. I found this creepy old place. It had this crooked chimney an

owed. "Can

d. "Yeah. I think I can

but her mind

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