The Wistful Mirror

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The door closed. The lock clicked. It was a small sound. A heavy sound. It echoed in the narrow hallway. Elias sat. He did not move. His hands rested on his knees. They were still. They were cold. The room was small. The walls were thin. They breathed. They watched. He was a clerk. He counted numbers. He kept ledgers. He was good at it. He was good at silence. On the desk, a glass sat. It was...

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