The Wistful Mirror

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The smell of burnt sugar hung in the air of the small, sterile kitchen, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of Elias’s throat and refused to let go. It was a specific shade of brown, the color of old teeth, the color of dried blood under a fingernail, and it filled the room with a heavy, suffocating warmth that had nothing to do with the heating unit which had been broken for three days....

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