The Wistful Mirror

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The ice cracked. It split the lake. A jagged line. White teeth. Silence. Miles stood on the ice. He was a man of numbers. Of ledgers. Of cold, hard facts. He was not a man for the cold. Not this kind. Not the kind that ate the breath from your lungs. He watched the fracture spread. It moved fast. It moved like a thought. A bad one. The lake was a mirror. It had been a mirror for a century....

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