The Wistful Mountain

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The mirror is cracked. You see it first in the periphery. A web of white fractures. It spreads from the corner where the glass meets the frame. It looks like a frozen river. It looks like a shattered promise. You stare at it. The reflection stares back. It is your father’s mirror. He died last week. The house is quiet. Too quiet. The air smells of dust and old wood. And something else....

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