We are the ghost.
Now I sit here in the dark with her, waiting for you to look into any reflective surface.
In it, I saw two versions of myself: one cowering, one grinning. The grinning one pressed her palm against the glass. "You remember," she said, "what Mother made us do to survive."
We are the ghost.
Now I sit here in the dark with her, waiting for you to look into any reflective surface.
In it, I saw two versions of myself: one cowering, one grinning. The grinning one pressed her palm against the glass. "You remember," she said, "what Mother made us do to survive."
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