The Wistful Mirror

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The steam presses against the glass. You feel it. A hot, wet hand on your cheek. It is the morning of the departure. The train waits. The whistle is a long, thin scream that tears the air. You stand on the platform. Your feet do not move. They are roots. They are stone. Look at him. Thomas. He is old. His coat is thin. The wool is worn white at the elbows. It is a good coat. It has kept you...

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