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A subtle evil lurks in Canevin's / antique Copenhagen mirror.
It was on a certain Thursday morning in December that the whole thing / began with that unaccountable motion I thought I saw in my antique / Copenhagen mirror. Something, it seemed to me, stirred -- something / reflected in the glass, though I was alone in my quarters. I paused / and looked intently, then, deciding that the effect must be a pure / illusion, resumed the interrupted brushing of my hair.