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The Shadow in the Mirror

Late one night, Amara was washing her face in her small bathroom, ready to end the long day. As she looked up into the mirror, something felt wrong. Her reflection didn’t quite match her movements—it blinked a moment too late, and the smile she saw wasn’t hers.
She stepped back, her heart racing, but the reflection stayed, grinning wider, showing rows of sharp teeth. Frozen in fear, Amara tried to scream, but no sound came out. The reflection reached out, pressing a hand against the mirror, and suddenly her own hand moved to match it, though she wasn’t controlling it.

Then, in a voice that sounded like hers but twisted, the reflection whispered, “Your turn on this side.”

With a blink, she found herself inside the mirror, watching in horror as her own body, controlled by the shadow, turned and walked away.

Now, she waits every night, trapped in the glass, hoping someone will set her free—but all they see is a harmless reflection.
The Shadow in the Mirror Late one night, Amara was washing her face in her small bathroom, ready to end the long day. As she looked up into the mirror, something felt wrong. Her reflection didn’t quite match her movements—it blinked a moment too late, and the smile she saw wasn’t hers. She stepped back, her heart racing, but the reflection stayed, grinning wider, showing rows of sharp teeth. Frozen in fear, Amara tried to scream, but no sound came out. The reflection reached out, pressing a hand against the mirror, and suddenly her own hand moved to match it, though she wasn’t controlling it. Then, in a voice that sounded like hers but twisted, the reflection whispered, “Your turn on this side.” With a blink, she found herself inside the mirror, watching in horror as her own body, controlled by the shadow, turned and walked away. Now, she waits every night, trapped in the glass, hoping someone will set her free—but all they see is a harmless reflection.
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