The Wistful Dinner

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The glass broke. Not shattered, but split, a single clean fracture running through the mirror above the washbasin in the women’s restroom of the Whitmore Industrial Exchange. It was a Tuesday. The rain lashed against the high, grimy windows of the office building, blurring the city into a smear of grey and black. Eleanor stood before the reflection. Her hand hovered over the crack. She did not...

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