The Wistful Silence

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The first crack in the mirror appeared before the winter fully set in. It was a thin, white vein running from the edge of the glass to the center, where my own face stared back at me, distorted and pale. I was thirty-two years old, a man who had spent the last decade training his body to be a weapon, and I was standing in a kitchen that smelled of rotting apples and damp wool. The house was a...

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