The Wistful Mirror

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The wall cracked. Not a hairline fracture. A split. A jagged mouth opening in the dry plaster of the high ceiling. Dust rained down. It hit the floor with a soft, final whisper. Elias stood still. He was a man carved from stone and old regrets. His uniform was stiff. The brass buttons caught the dying light. He was a guard. He guarded the Hall. The Hall was the end of the road. He looked up....

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