The Wistful Mirror

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The train carried us north through a landscape that seemed to be slowly dissolving into the mist, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels against the iron tracks serving as a metronome for a heart that had long since forgotten how to beat in time with anything but the relentless, grinding machinery of our own decline. I sat opposite my brother, Thomas, who had not spoken in three hours, his face...

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