Echoes Of A Shattered Mind

. The two-story home nestled at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac seemed like the perfect escape: a modest structure with ivy creeping up its stone walls, windows that gleame

ze, wandering through each space and trying to imagine what it might feel like to actually live there. Most of the rooms were bare, coated in a thin film of dust

ned-the one at the end of the hall on the second floor. The doorknob felt cold in his hand, colder than it s

ught his attention immediately was the mirror. It stood against the far wall, taller than him and framed in dark, ornate wood, the kind of craftsman

oked like it had been there for decades. Without thinking, he reached out and wiped part of the surface clea

s when it

ion was... wrong. Deeply wrong. His reflection looked hollow, as if sadness had carved out something essential inside him. There was something broken behind the eyes-something qui