The Distant Metropolis
Margaret stood before the tall, narrow mirror that dominated the east wall of her bedroom, the glass dark and still as a deep well into which she had long since ceased to look for her own reflection, instead seeing only the hollowed architecture of the room behind her, the heavy velvet drapes that had not been drawn in three years, and the faint, persistent dust that settled on the floorboards...
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