The Wistful Silence

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The mirror in the hallway was cracked, a spiderweb of fissures radiating from the center where Margaret’s reflection usually stared back, hollow-eyed and tired. She did not look at it. She looked at her hands. They were trembling, not from cold, though the November air in the village of Oakhaven was sharp enough to cut, but from the vibration that had settled into her bones three days ago. A...

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