As a boy, he would try and pinch the moon between his fingers.

“Mr. Mirror,” it began.

“Would you like to go on an adventure?”

There was no name. Just a simple letterpress card with black ink. Removing a pen from his pocket, and ever one for a mystery, he simply wrote at the base of the card, “yes,” and returned the card to the base of the lamp.

“Today we go to the forest,” it read.

Mr. Mirror grabbed his satchel and began to make for a run down path near the gas lamp that led into a forgotten forest. As daylight began to fade, the forest grew ominous, and the wolves began to howl. Just as Mr. Mirror was about to turn and run, he looked up through the trees and saw pieces of an old friend.

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