The Distant Blade
The mirror is cracked. It has been cracked for three days, a spiderweb of fractures radiating from the center, where the glass met the edge of your elbow. You do not fix it. You do not cover it. You stand before it, wearing the white tunic that fits too well, and you watch the shards catch the light of the gas lamps in the hallway. The light does not bend. It breaks. You are not a ghost. You...
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