My mother’s hand felt like a cold lead weight on my shoulder. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs, but the woman I saw wasn't my mother anymore. Her skin had turned into a smooth, liquid silver. Where her eyes and mouth should have been, there was only a flat, shining mirror.I looked into that mirror and screamed. My own reflection wasn't moving with me. In the reflection, I was wearing a black Board uniform with a gold heart pinned to my chest. My reflection smiled at me a slow, cruel twist of the lips."Mom? Stop! It’s me!" I yelled, trying to pull away."The mother is a vessel, Hazel," the mirror-face whispered. The voice didn't come from her; it vibrated inside my own skull. "She was the bridge we used to bring the real Evelyn back. Now, the bridge must be burned."
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