The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 06:34:00 -

The air in the war room was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and stale coffee. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the monitors. The screens hummed. They were the only things that spoke. Your wife, Clara, had left the keys on the counter three days ago. The silence in the house had become a physical weight, pressing...

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