Something wasn’t quite right. Staring right back at me was an almost perfect replica of my face. Almost perfect. When I lifted my hand, it’s copy would follow only an inch behind and with a slight hesitation that could just be noticed by a dedicated watcher. I pushed my nose towards the glass, hands held firmly on either side of the gilded frame. “What are you?” I squinted my eyes only for them to widen once my reflections mouth failed to move. Might rewrite this later