Degeneration: Part 2

He had been walking home, and had spotted a glint in the alley. There had been no reason to be interested, but he felt compelled by a sense of curiosity.

It was a mirror. A hand-mirror. An old one with a long handle and a filigree frame.

He took out his notebook and wrote that down. Then, he picked up the mirror and took it inside.

That was his first mistake.

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