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The Mirror Maze Keeps One
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I followed the wall with my hand, counting turns to find my way back. But the glass got warm under my fingers, then soft, like skin. My reflection pressed its palm flat against mine from the other side and pushed. The mirror gave a little. "Stop it," I said out loud, voice shaking.
I yanked my hand off the glass and ran. The flashlight beam bounced wild, but I followed the cold draft of sea air until I burst out the broken board into the night. I counted heads on the pier. Only five of us made it out. Behind the glass, a sixth face pressed close, mouthing my name. We never went back.
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