The Wistful Mirror

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The window shattered inward at 04:00. Glass sprayed across the floor of the bedroom. It glittered in the dark like spilled teeth. Silas Vance did not flinch. He lay still on the bed. His breath was shallow. His hands were tucked under the blanket. He looked like a man who had already died and was waiting for the body to catch up. The intruder was a young man. He wore a black hoodie. He held a...

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