The Wistful Mirror

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The fog does not clear; it thickens, pressing against the glass of the window like a living thing. You are standing in the atrium of the St. Jude’s Institution for the Mentally Disordered, a place that smells of carbolic soap and old iron. The year is 1924, or perhaps 1890; time here is a broken watch, ticking irregularly. You hold the mirror. It is not a vanity mirror, but a heavy, rectangular...

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