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...inctively reaching up to touch Viviane's jade necklace again. The reflection leaned forward, until they were almost touching, once again mirroring each others posture and expression. The gruesome details of the hole in the reflections' chest was too much for Terri and she looked away--anywhere but at the remains of what could be her own death.
She looked up as her forehead touched the glass of the mirror. The coolness of the glass that separated them lent her a perverse strength and Terri opened her eyes to stare into the reflections'. The reflections' pupils was enormous, unchanging. Suddenly, Terri was certain that the woman had died with the pupils dilated--but whether from low-light or drugs, she didn't know.
Terri glanced down to find the reflection's other hand resting on the reflection of her jewelry box, as her own did. But where hers was made of smooth-planed cedar, the reflection was an ornately carved dark wood...
She looked up as her forehead touched the glass of the mirror. The coolness of the glass that separated them lent her a perverse strength and Terri opened her eyes to stare into the reflections'. The reflections' pupils was enormous, unchanging. Suddenly, Terri was certain that the woman had died with the pupils dilated--but whether from low-light or drugs, she didn't know.
Terri glanced down to find the reflection's other hand resting on the reflection of her jewelry box, as her own did. But where hers was made of smooth-planed cedar, the reflection was an ornately carved dark wood...
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