Lena found the mirror at a flea market β tall, old, framed in cracked silver. The seller smiled too wide when she bought it. βIt remembers,β he said. She laughed it off.
The first night, she noticed her reflection blink half a second too late.
The next, it smiled when she didnβt.
By the third night, Lena covered it with a sheet. But at 3:07 a.m., she woke to the sound of glass β soft, like a breath. The sheet had slipped off, and her reflection was still there, standing perfectly still, even though she was lying in bed.
When she finally stood up, the figure in the mirror didnβt move. It only tilted its head β slowly β and raised a hand to the glass.
βYour turn,β it mouthed.
The next morning, the mirror was empty.
And in the silver frame, the faint outline of a handprint shimmered from the inside.
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