The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the world outside and the sterile, humming interior of the detention cell. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the metal bench, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the condensation bead on the cold glass of the window. He was a man carved from the same rigid timber as the institution around...

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