The Distant Whispers
The mirror broke on a Tuesday. Not shattered, not exploded into a storm of glittering shards, but simply fractured. A single, jagged line ran from the top left corner down to the bottom right, splitting the glass into two distinct worlds. I stared at it for a long time. My reflection stared back, doubled, displaced. The woman in the left pane looked tired. The woman in the right pane looked...
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