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"You... are mine..." the figure whispered, her voice a twisted echo of Eleanor's own.
Eleanor felt a cold hand close around her heart, squeezing it until she could barely breathe. The figure in the mirror reached out, her hand passing through the glass as if it were water. She touched Eleanor's face, and a wave of memories flooded her mind-memories of a life not her own.
She saw herself, not as Eleanor Grey, but as the woman in the portrait-a life of love, loss, and betrayal. A life that had ended in tragedy within these very walls. The woman's soul had been trapped here, bound to the manor by a curse, waiting for someone to take her place.
"No..." Eleanor whispered, but the word was lost in the darkness.
The figure smiled, a cold, empty smile, and pulled Eleanor into the mirror. The glass swallowed her whole, leaving behind only silence.
The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive, as the manor seemed to settle into an unnatural stillness. Outside, the wind ceased to howl, and even the creaking of the old walls grew quiet. Blackwood Manor had claimed its newest soul, and for a moment, there was nothing but the faint ticking of an unseen clock.
But in the heart of the manor, deep within the mirror, Eleanor awoke.
She was in a vast, dimly lit space, not unlike the room she had just left. The air here was colder, still, as though time itself had forgotten this place. She looked around, her heart pounding in her chest, and realized with a sinking dread that she was no longer in the world she had known. Her reflection no longer appeared on the mirror's surface. Instead, she was inside it-a prisoner of its ancient curse.
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