The Wistful Mirror

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The mud was deep and cold. It bit into Aldous’s boots. He held the mirror high. The iron frame was rusted black. The glass was cracked. It did not show his face. It showed the road. Rain fell in sheets. The forest was a wall of gray trees. Aldous walked. His legs burned. He was a glassmaker. He knew the heat. He knew the sand. He knew the shape of bubbles. He did not know the shape of war. But...

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