When you saw the mirror, you knew at once that you must own it. Though the mirror itself was not handsome, there was something that compelled you to make the purchase. The old man you bought it from spoke of the Orient, but nothing on the leak can help you determine its origin.
Now it rests in your bedroom, offering a reflection of your dwelling. Tonight will be the premiere of you slumbering under its constant eye. You put on your night clothes and are about to climb into your canopy bed, then you remember the letter your sister sent you...
32nd place (out of 34) in the 3rd Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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