The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mirror cracked. It started at the top. A thin, white vein. It spread down. Fast. Like ice on a river. I watched it. My hands were still. They had to be still. If they moved, the glass would shatter. It would be gone. "Did you see that, Thomas?" I asked. Thomas stared. His eyes were wide. His mouth was open. He did not blink. He was a tall man. He wore a grey coat. The coat was old. The...

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