The Beach House Mirror | Image 2 (Patreon)

The house smelled like cedar. It was aged, but welcoming. She flicked the light switch on. The house shifted from pale blue to low and warm, and a folded piece of paper rested on the hallway table beneath an old-style telephone. Her name was written in ink there: Sarah-Jane.

She peeled off her wet jacket and wiped her hand on her thigh before picking it up.

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