Posted on April 6, 2009 at 4:07am
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As he woke up one morning, Robert Walser found much of his torso covered in dried blood. It was no dream, he said loudly to himself.
The clock by his bed read SUN | 9:23 AM. He was alone in his room, and until he made sense of what had happened to him, it was probably for the best. Getting out of his bed, Robert latched the door to his room securely.
Then he walked slowly to the giant mirror that stood in one corner of the master bedroom. He didn’t like the mirror very…
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