The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 00:01:27 -

The storm did not break the house. It broke the silence. Arlin stood in the center of the attic. Dust motes danced in the slant of grey light, suspended like frozen snow. He was not a man. Or rather, he had ceased to be one long before this morning. He was a thing of memory, a ghost that refused to fade, tethered to the rotting wood and the heavy air. The storm raged outside, a howling beast...

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