The room stayed still. Her reflection—on the dark TV across the room—stayed still. Too still. Because Elara was breathing. Her reflection was not.
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Elara looked at her own reflection in the monitor’s black glass. For a moment—just a moment—the reflection smiled. She hadn’t. The room stayed still