The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil between the pavement and the sky. Elias stood in the doorway of the precinct, his coat damp at the shoulders, his eyes fixed on the reflection in the glass. It was a small thing, a watch. Not a luxury. A service issue. Standard issue. Steel band, black face, no numbers. Just the hands. It had belonged to him for twelve years. It had ticked...

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