The Distant Legend
The mirror in the hallway is cracked. You know this. You have always known this, even before you had the words for glass or shattering. It is a long, narrow crack that runs from the top left corner down to the center, like a river on a map, or a vein under skin. You are seven years old, and you are sitting on the cold stone floor of the antechamber, your knees drawn up to your chest. The air...
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