mirror hook

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The mirror's reflection stared back, a perfect duplicate of the human form. Its hook-like feature gleamed in the dim light, as if beckoning the person to step forward. The air was heavy with anticipation, and the silence seemed almost palpable. Suddenly, the mirror's glassy surface began to ripple, like water disturbed by a thrown stone. A figure emerged from the depths of the reflection, its presence both familiar and yet eerily alien. The human watched in rapt attention as the duplicate began to take shape, its features coalescing into a perfect replica of their own visage.