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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 pushed back against my reflection instead of pulling away. The mirror bent like a sheet, and for one second we were nose to nose, two of me. Then it stopped resisting and I fell forward through, into a cold backwards version of the hall. I turned around. The glass was solid again. I was on the wrong side now.
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