THE MIRRORED ROOM
Calla’s POV
I’ve stared into mirrors before and seen nothing.
But this… this was worse.
Because now I was staring into a mirror that stared back—with the same eyes.
Cressida.
She wasn’t a ghost.
She wasn’t lying.
She was real.
And she was me.
The mirrored chamber pulsed with quiet menace as the power flickered once, then twice. My reflection scattered across the endless glass walls like a cracked kaleidoscope—shards of me, fragments of her, a hundred versions of the same story told through different lenses.
She stepped forward with the eerie stillness of someone used to moving unnoticed. Her bracelet glinted—a replica of the one I have worn since childhood, identical down to the last twisted gold link.
“I was never supposed to exist,” she said softly, the w
