Thea Harman stood in front of the mirror with a hairbrush. She pulled it slowly over the mass of blonde waves on her shoulders.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall."
She smiled at herself, but it was not her reflection.
We are one now, my dearest.
"No." She hissed, backing away from the mirror.
You cannot fight it anymore, close your eyes my sweet.The
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