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I was sitting in the upstairs office of the Museum with a cup of coffee when it happened. It had been a long day, and I’d sent the work experience kid the seemingly unfuckupable task of dusting the exhibits- after repeating my warning, of course, that some of them must not be touched or opened. A terrified scream, quickly strangled by a building-shaking thump and an awful rending sound, brought me rushing downstairs. Sure enough, when she lifted the half-corpse into the air, I recognized the shattered and stretched face. Credited to Ultra

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rdfs:label	Imperfect Transition
rdfs:comment	I was sitting in the upstairs office of the Museum with a cup of coffee when it happened. It had been a long day, and I’d sent the work experience kid the seemingly unfuckupable task of dusting the exhibits- after repeating my warning, of course, that some of them must not be touched or opened. A terrified scream, quickly strangled by a building-shaking thump and an awful rending sound, brought me rushing downstairs. Sure enough, when she lifted the half-corpse into the air, I recognized the shattered and stretched face. Credited to Ultra
dcterms:subject	Dismemberment Mirrors Beings Beings Dismemberment Mirrors
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abstract	I was sitting in the upstairs office of the Museum with a cup of coffee when it happened. It had been a long day, and I’d sent the work experience kid the seemingly unfuckupable task of dusting the exhibits- after repeating my warning, of course, that some of them must not be touched or opened. A terrified scream, quickly strangled by a building-shaking thump and an awful rending sound, brought me rushing downstairs. The mirror room. I knew it. In there hung an ancient mirror, about a foot around, made of polished obsidian. Behind the glass walls of its display case, it was harmless, although people amusingly reported seeing the face of an evil hag in it on occasion. Looking at it unprotected was madness, though; certainly for those without my knowledge of the old ways. I arrived in the mirror room, and a horrible smell hung in the air. On the floor lay half a body; the lower half, still in the clothes I recognized from earlier. The skin had been stretched purple and torn away, and the organs inside that hadn’t been torn free leaked their contents onto the floor. The legs were at the bottom of a maroon spray that started below the wooden case of the mirror, and the hipbone lay almost against the wall. The case was broken, the wooden sides pushed outwards. Clumps of hair, matted with skin and blood, stuck to the frame of the mirror. Concentrating now, I stepped in front of the black disc, my sandals carefully placed either side of the bile-sprayed limbs and pool of blood on the floor. Looking into the dark reflection of the room, I saw my double once more. In her hand was a pale arm that led down to a broken form, and a trail of darkness. Sure enough, when she lifted the half-corpse into the air, I recognized the shattered and stretched face. Credited to Ultra

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