The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the bunker tastes of rust and old sweat. You sit on a concrete bench. It is cold. Your knees are drawn up. You are small. You are a creature of the dark. You were always this way. Not human, quite. Not animal, exactly. Something else. A thing that listens. A thing that waits. Your father is in the next room. He is loud. He is angry. He slams the metal door. The sound echoes. It...

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