Prologue

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I was 5 my mother shattered her only way back home, and my little heart. As the police surrounded me and my wailing sobs as I clutched the small pieces of glass, all they could say was, "C'mon, she'll be back, it's okay. Please grab my hand, come with me." But she never came back, and I realized that long before they ever told me. "What she did was illegal, you must know that. Learn from that, she died in the Broken realm, and if you turn out to be like her, you will too."

You will too.

You will too.

You
Will
Too.

And that's all I ever thought about, the fact I would too eventually become like my mother, wandering the reflections of Unbroken realm, ceasing to exist in the realm that really mattered. The fact that I would too fall for a Reflection and ruin my whole world.

You will too.

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