The Distant Promise
The mirror cracked. Not with a bang. With a sigh. A thin, spiderweb fracture spread from the center of the glass. It started at the eye. Then it ran down the cheek. Thomas stood still. He did not blink. He watched the lines multiply. They were sharp. They were white. They were his own veins. He was a captain. Or he had been. The rank felt heavy now. A stone in his pocket. A stone in his chest....
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