The Wistful Mirror

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The train moved through the gray, rain-slicked sprawl of the city with a heavy, rhythmic lurch that seemed to synchronize itself with the slow, aching pulse in Eleanor’s chest, a vibration that had grown so constant over the past three months that she had forgotten it was not part of her own anatomy, and she sat in the corner of the carriage, her fingers tracing the cold, condensation-beaded...

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