The Wistful Mirror

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The train groaned as it pulled into the station at Millhaven, a sound like a dying beast clearing its throat. I stepped onto the platform, my suitcase feeling heavier than it had on the train, anchored by the weight of thirty years I had left behind in the city. The air here was different. It tasted of coal dust and wet earth, sharp and clean in a way that hurt my lungs. I was not coming here...

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