The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 06:27:32 -

The glass was cold. It was always cold. Elias held it with both hands, his knuckles white against the pane. The reflection stared back. It did not blink. It did not breathe. It simply watched. He was in the cellar. The air smelled of wet stone and old iron. Above him, the floorboards creaked. Margaret was upstairs. He could hear the swing of her arm. The sound was rhythmic. Thud. Swish. Thud....

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