Y/n hesitated. The mirror’s whispers grew louder, urging her to peer deeper. She saw herself ruling Ravenwood, her enemies vanquished, her desires fulfilled. The price seemed insignificant—a mere soul.
She traced her finger along the mirror’s edge, blood welling from the cut. “What do you want?”
The doppelgänger leaned closer. “A taste of your memories, a sliver of your sanity. Sign the pact.”
Y/n hesitated, then pressed her bleeding finger to the glass. The mirror absorbed her essence, and her reflection shifted—becoming more beautiful, more monstrous.
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"THE WHISPERS OF MIRRORS" KTH FF ✅️
Fantasyit is a story of an extraordinary mirror. all the characters and things in this story are fictional. I hope you'll like the story. so, without any late just into the story.
