The Wistful Mirror

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-20 06:09:51 -

The mirror stood in the corner. It was tall. The glass was dark. Dust lay thick upon the frame. The frame was gold. Gold turned brown. Brown turned rust. The room smelled of damp. It smelled of old stone. It smelled of silence. Margaret stood before it. Her hands were cold. Her fingers trembled. She looked at her reflection. The face in the glass was pale. The eyes were wide. The eyes were...

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