Chapter 3 · free to read
I broke it. I watched it fall to black glass. So why was it whole again by noon?
The mirror shows tomorrow's visitor. Except now it showed tonight's.
Dusk again. The lamp in the warden's house had gone out — he had come to me instead, to end it.
Between the two mirrors, an endless silver hallway opened. And every face the warden ever refused was standing in it.
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