The Mirror of Broken Selves
The humidity of the Georgia bayou felt like a wet shroud, smelling of sulfur and decayed magnolia. Elias lived in a house that leaned at a precarious angle, filled with clocks that ticked in reverse and mirrors that didn't reflect the present. He was a dealer in "Lost Things," but his most prized possession was the Silver Glass. The Glass didn't show the future; it showed the "Almost." With a...
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