The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

"Look at it," I said. My voice was thin. A reed. The glass hung in the air. Not floating. Hanging. Like a spiderweb caught in a gust. It was a mirror. Or a shard of one. "Beautiful," I whispered. "No," said the voice behind me. Low. Gravel. "Ugly." I turned. He was there. Mr. Vane. He did not have a face. Not really. Just a blur of gray suit and dark eyes. He stood in the corridor of the White...

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