The Wistful Mirror

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The house breathed. That was the only word for it. A slow, wet inhalation that pulled the air from Margaret’s lungs and held it there. She stood in the center of the kitchen, the linoleum cold through her slippers. The clock on the wall did not tick. It pulsed. She was a detective. Or she had been, three days ago. Now she was just a woman waiting for the walls to stop moving. The job was...

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