Chapter 4 · free to read
Three days since the mirror first showed me a stranger's face. I had sent the dead home. But the small bronze one kept a door I couldn't find the frame of.
It did not sink. The water was not a bottom. It was another mirror.
The fog. Every drop of it a pane. She wasn't in the well. She was in all of it.
We ran back to the one mirror we thought was empty. It was waiting for us with the bronze already home.
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