“The lips, I thought. Focus on the lips. Because they were normal. Pale pink, washed out. Curved into a half pout. A glimpse of white teeth barely visible, straight and whole. It was a mouth, a normal mouth. Just not my mouth. The nose, too. It was a nose. Narrow, nearly sharp but not unpleasantly so, no bumps or hooks, delicate nostrils, a gentle slope up the face toward the— No, not the eyes. Don’t look at the eyes. No scars. No burns. It wasn’t the Hal oween fright mask I’d imagined. It w...as…perfect. The skin was unmarked, stretched taut and smooth across the face. A stranger’s face. And the eyes. The eyes that weren’t my eyes. Pale, watery blue, unspeckled iris; black, motionless pupil; and at the center, a pinprick circle of amber. Unblinking. Dead. But when I closed one eye, the eye in the mirror closed, too. Brown lashes brushed against a too-smooth cheek. I opened the eye, and the mirror eye opened. It was dead. It was mine. Which meant that what lay above it was mine, too.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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