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Forty Seven
Skylar's POV
It was a typical antique store. Everything in here seemed to have something consisting glass pieces; mirrors. Real mirrors, glass pieces carved into giant vases, wind chimes made out of mirror shards.
The shopkeeper must be into mirrors.
I hadn't intended to come out here alone, not when Dad had told me how dangerous this was. But at the same time, I didn't find it in me to ask someone to come along with me. I could've asked Caden.
But I hadn't.
"Hello, young lady. May I help you?" I heard a voice right behind me.
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