In the hour of midnight, a young girl slipped out of her room and tiptoed into a small basement.

Her delicate figure trembled with the urge to burst into floods of tears.

Anastasia had already gone through so much, and the fact that she was only 14 years old made it worse.

She carefully knelt down in front of a large antique mirror, and stared at her grief stricken reflection.

But this was no ordinary mirror.

This mirror had the power to grant wishes, but it would not always grant them.

Anastasia touched the surface of the mirror and it seemed to ripple like water.

“Please.” She said. “Let me see them again.”

When nothing happened, silent tears began to trickle down her face.

She felt as if her heart was split in two.

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