Posted by Lord Alaric Thorne
“I have no longer cast a reflection. But tonight, the glass betrayed its silence.”
There’s a hallway on the second floor lined with five mirrors, each older than the last. They’ve hung there for centuries, too clouded to see anything clearly—just enough to feel watched.
I’ve passed them a thousand times. They’ve never shown me more than candlelight and shadow.
But tonight, the last mirror... blinked.
I was walking back from the library. No candle. No sound but my own. And I felt it—that electric twinge at the base of the neck. The ancient instinct that says you are not alone.
So I turned. And I saw movement in the glass.
Not mine. Something moved slightly after me—no, slightly before. A figure shaped like me. But its eyes were not mine. They lingered.
I stood frozen. The mirror stared back.
It was not my reflection. It was recognition.
When I reached for the glass, the figure did not reach in return. But it did not vanish. It remained, just out of time. Watching me, not mirroring me.
I do not know who—or what—it is. Seraphine? A fragment of myself long buried? The house itself?
But something has begun to notice me.
And tonight, for the first time since my turning, I felt… seen.
~ Lord Alaric Thorne
Reflected. Remembered. Not alone.
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