The Wistful Mirror

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The sky tore open before the bells of St. Jude’s even had time to finish their first, mournful toll, a rupture of violet and gold that swallowed the sun and turned the cobblestones of the village square into pools of liquid mercury. I was twelve years old, standing beside my friend Thomas, watching the world dissolve into a shimmering, impossible haze that smelled of ozone and crushed lavender....

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