The Wistful Mirror

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The iron lung did not breathe for her, but it breathed instead of her, a rhythmic, mechanical gasp that filled the high-ceilinged ward with the sound of a factory that had no master, a sound that was not quite life and not quite death but a sterile, industrial purgatory that smelled of ozone and boiled linen. Margaret sat in the corner, her back against the cold brick, watching the bellows...

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