The Curse of the Broken Mirror
When I was 14, my room was a haven of oddities, a personal museum brimming with secrets and curiosities. The shelves were lined with old maps, bizarre artifacts, and peculiar objects that whispered of adventures and untold stories. Among these treasures was an ornate mirror, discovered in the dusty confines of our attic. Its intricate frame and mysterious aura earned it a place of honor on my wall.