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In the old art room, the mirrors were meant to stay covered. When they pulled the cloth away, the faces inside began to melt, skin sliding off bone like hot wax. Eyes rolling in slow, wet circles. Their reflections smiled wider, splitting at the seams, eyes multiplying and tracking every move, even when the girls turned away.Now, when they blink, their lashes melt into their lids, sealing shut with a wet squish. Only the twitching beneath shows something still alive inside. The girlsscream within, as their reflections smile on from the outside…
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