The Missing MirrorShelby ran up the sidewalk, knees covered in blood. She jumped up the four steep steps to her front door and tried to turn the handle. It wouldn't open. She began to pound and yell, "Kalie, Cassie, let me in, hurry! They are coming!"
The door flew open and she fell onto her knees crying out in pain. Taking little notice she asked in a strained voice, "Is it here? Is the mirror safe?"
A deep voice answered . . .
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