The Wistful Silence

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The mirror broke before I could say goodbye. It did not shatter with a dramatic crash, but with a soft, sickening *crack* that echoed through the high-ceilinged room like a bone snapping in a quiet house. I stood there, in the heavy wool of my prison uniform, watching the silvered glass spider-web across its face. In the reflection, I saw not my own gaunt face, but the face of my brother,...

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