The Wistful Mirror
The glass did not break all at once, for that would have been a clean severance, a single, decisive act of violence that might have allowed for some measure of immediate clarity, but instead it shattered in a slow, agonizing cascade, the fragments multiplying into a thousand jagged stars that reflected the flickering gaslight of the alley in a dizzying, fragmented kaleidoscope, each piece a...
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