I stood in front of my new mirror and gazed at my reflection. The glass was clean and smooth and perfect. The reflection was incredibly bright-almost brighter and clearer than the room. A chill ran down my back. Fred was staring over my shoulder. What's wrong ? I asked. The mirror-he said softly he saw something moving in there.
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