THE REFLECTION GAME
The book was already lying on the table, as if someone had placed it there for them.
“That’s not creepy at all,” Logan said, frowning.
Anna stepped forward, her hand trembling as she picked up the book. The leather cover was cold, and the faint smell of burnt wood lingered in the air. She flipped through the pages quickly until she found the one on The Reflection Game.
“There,” she said, pointing to the text. “It says we need to close the circle by returning the reflections to where they came from. But…” She trailed off, her face paling.