The Wistful Atlas
The mirror cracked. It happened while Elias was shaving. A thin, white spiderweb appeared on the silvered glass, splitting his reflection in two. He froze. The razor hovered near his jaw. He did not drop it. He simply stared at the fracture, watching the left side of his face waver while the right remained fixed. The morning light in the room was gray and thin. It came through the high, barred...
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