3 entries by @maya
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, three days after her mother's funeral.
Evelyn stood in the doorway of her childhood home, the envelope trembling in her hands. No return address. Just her name in elegant script that looked eerily familiar—her mother's handwriting, but sharper somehow. More deliberate.
She tore it open.
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The mirror showed Sarah two faces.
The mirror cracked the moment Sarah touched it.
Not a spider web of fractures, but a single, perfect line down the center—as if the glass had been waiting for her fingers. Through the split, she glimpsed something impossible: her reflection moving independently, mouthing words she wasn't speaking.
"Finally,"