The Wistful Mirror

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The dream is a house made of fog. You are standing in the kitchen, the linoleum cold and slick beneath your bare feet, and the air tastes of copper and old rain. It is a sensation that has no time, no date, no season, only a persistent, humming vibration in the bones. You know this house. You have always known this house. It is the place where the silence lives, the place where the mirror...

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