The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 21:37:17 -

The floor gave way. I was standing in the center of the room. The marble cracked. It sounded like a bone breaking. I fell. The ceiling was black. The lights died. I woke up in the dark. My back hurt. I sat up. I was in the Hall of Mirrors. But the mirrors were gone. There were only the frames. Golden. Rusted. They leaned against the walls like dead trees. I touched the glass. There was none....

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