The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 19:28:01 -

I dreamed again of the glass. It was not a dream of water, nor of sky, but of the sharp, cold geometry of a pane that had been shattered. In the dream, I held the pieces in my hands, and they did not cut. They were smooth, like polished stones, and they reflected a face that was older than mine, a face with lines etched deep as riverbeds. When I woke, the air in the room was still and thick,...

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