Norah had ten minutes to kill between Ethics 101 and lunch with an old colleague from the Lory Student Center, Coffee and Brew.

“Jarvey Treasures” read the beaten wood store sign. Norah always had a knack for antiques. Something about reclaiming people’s past to use for your own future seemed positively intriguing.

“Just looking.” Norah softly spoke with a minor smile as she slowly waved her hand at the elderly lady behind the counter. She brushed past a narrow clothing road that smelled like a mixture of cigarettes and 1960s rosey perfume.

The road came to a dead end that faced Norah with a piece from the past that would forever alter her future. The mirror was intricately carved out of wood. The design resembled a gothic framed church door. This mirror was unspeakably magical. Every time Norah made a motion, the mirror reflected a woman that strangely reminded her of features she was all too familiar with.