The Wistful Mirror

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The glass broke. Not shattered. Cracked. A single, white thread running from the center of the mirror to the frame. You watched it spread. Slow. Like a vein under skin. Like a river on a map. You held your breath. The air in the room was thick. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. The clock on the mantle ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. You were standing in the center of the room. Your hands were...

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