The Faded Photograph
The mirror in the hallway does not reflect you, but a woman who is slightly older, slightly thinner, and looking at you with a pity that cuts deep into the bone. You have lived in this house for thirty years, and for thirty years the glass has been lying to you. It is a small town, the kind where the streets are narrow enough that you can shake hands with the butcher before he even knows you...
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