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The Mirror Maze Keeps One
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I dropped the flashlight and it spun, throwing light everywhere. In the chaos of moving shadows, my smiling reflection reached out of the glass and grabbed my wrist. Its hand was warm. "Trade with me," it whispered. "Just one of you. Then the rest go free."
"No," I said, and I shut my eyes so I couldn't see it smile. Blind, I groped along the warm glass toward the salt wind. The reflection's grip burned my wrist, begging, but I twisted free and ran. We all made it out, all six, but my wrist still has a cold white handprint that never fades.
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