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“I reached out, pressing my fingers against the cold surface of the mirror. For a fleeting second, I wondered if my hand might slip through, might fall into whatever world lay on the other side. Would anyone notice I had gone? Would they even care?” — Sasha Harding
I reached out, pressing my fingers against the cold surface of the mirror. For a fleeting second, I wondered if my hand might slip through, might fall into whatever world lay on the other side. Would anyone notice I had gone? Would they even care?