The Wistful Asylum

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The glass was already broken. You knew it before you touched it. The shard lay on the floorboards of the hallway, catching the afternoon light like a frozen tear. It was a piece of the mirror that had hung above the washbasin in the east wing. The mirror that held your face. The mirror that held the truth. You are not what you think you are. The house breathes around you. It is an old house,...

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