The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mirror was cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A single, jagged vein of silver running from the corner to the center. It looked like a frozen lightning bolt. It looked like a scar. Miles stood before it. He did not blink. He adjusted his cuff. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of lavender and old dust. The room was dark. The only light came from the mirror itself. It glowed. A pale, sickly...

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