The Wistful Mirror

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The glass did not break. That was the first thing that was wrong. I stood in the center of the parlor, the silence of the house pressing against my eardrums like deep water. The object lay on the floor. It was a mirror, ancient and heavy, framed in oak so dark it looked like dried blood. I had thrown it. I had swung it with the full force of my despair, intending to shatter the reflection that...

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