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Faith Root

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The House That Remembered

The first time Emma saw the woman in the mirror, she assumed she was her mother. It was an easy mistake to make. The woman stood behind her in the upstairs bathroom, wearing a pale blue sweater and brushing her hair. Her face was turned slightly away, so Emma could only see the curve of her cheek and the dark sweep of her hair. “Mom?” The woman stopped brushing. Emma turned around. The bathroom was empty. She looked back at the mirror. Empty. Only Emma stared back at her, pale and wide-eyed. She laughed once. “Okay.” Then she went downstairs...

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The Warning

The sign had been nailed to the fence for as long as anyone could remember. DO NOT ANSWER IF YOU HEAR YOUR NAME. The letters were black, uneven, and beginning to fade beneath years of rain. Someone had drawn a smiley face underneath it. Someone else had added: lol okay And beneath that: WHO'S GONNA STOP ME? Every morning, hundreds of students walked past it on their way into Bellweather High. Nobody paid attention. Except Nora. She had always wondered who put it there. On the first Monday of October, the principal made an announcement. “Stud...

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The Empty Chair

The first thing Mara noticed was that everyone had stopped leaving a space for him. It happened gradually. At first, his chair remained at the end of the dining table, though no one sat in it. Then her mother began stacking mail on the seat. Her father used it to drape his jacket. Eventually, one Saturday morning, Mara came downstairs to find the chair gone. “Where’s it going?” she asked. Her mother looked up from the sink. “What?” “The chair.” Her mother frowned, as if Mara had asked where the moon had gone. “We got rid of it.” “You got rid...

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