The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass broke. That is the first thing I must say. Not the sound. Not the pain in my left hand where the shards bit deep into the meat. But the fact that the mirror was gone. I stood in the center of the room, my hands red, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old dust. The room was small. A box of brick and plaster. We were in the basement. We had always been in the basement. Thomas was...

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