The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 21:58:39 -

The rain had been falling for three days when I decided to leave. It was a relentless, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the gas lamps in trembling, orange streaks. I stood at the threshold of the grand house, my coat soaked through, watching the droplets race down the glass pane of the front door. Behind me, the house stood silent...

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