A World Like Ours
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Last published Mon, Jan 6, 2025
Trixie held her hand out to touch the strange glow, almost convinced that it was probably just a trick of the eyes, probably the sun reflecting off of something or a trick of the heat.
But no, it was definitely real, she realized that when her arm disappeared into it.
It was like seeing cracks between the very strands of the universe and in those cracks she saw a world so similar and yet so different from her own, like a mirror image of sorts.
She should probably have turned back, should have pulled her arm back the second she saw it disappear, but instead she took a leap forward, straight into the glowing abyss.
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