The mirror began to ripple, its surface turning from glass to liquid mercury. And through it, Eliza saw a narrow hallway lit by gaslight—a hallway that did not belong to 6 Alexandra View. At the end of it stood Arthur, not dead, not kind, his military posture rigid. He was holding a second patent leather shoe.

When she looked back at the mirror, the girl was closer. She was mouthing words. Eliza leaned in, heart hammering. The girl’s lips formed a single, desperate sentence: “He didn’t leave. He went in.”

Eliza spun around. Nothing.

A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep from the attic above.

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6 Alexandra View Apr 2026

The mirror began to ripple, its surface turning from glass to liquid mercury. And through it, Eliza saw a narrow hallway lit by gaslight—a hallway that did not belong to 6 Alexandra View. At the end of it stood Arthur, not dead, not kind, his military posture rigid. He was holding a second patent leather shoe.

When she looked back at the mirror, the girl was closer. She was mouthing words. Eliza leaned in, heart hammering. The girl’s lips formed a single, desperate sentence: “He didn’t leave. He went in.”

Eliza spun around. Nothing.

A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep from the attic above.