The Wistful Mirror

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The frost did not just sit on the glass. It ate it. Thomas stood before the pane in the break room, his breath fogging the air. He wiped a circle clear. Then another. The effort was futile. The cold was a living thing, a slow predator circling the edges of his visibility. Outside, the city slept under a blanket of white. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed a low, insectoid note. Thomas...

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