The Wistful Mirror

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The mirror was cracked. A spiderweb of fractures spread from the center, where my sister’s forehead had struck the glass three days before she died. I held it up to the light of the gas lamp. The light bent, fractured, and died. It was just a piece of silvered glass. But in this house, in this year, objects did not stay dead. They waited. I am Eleanor. I am the one who stays. The Manor of...

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