The Wistful Mirror

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The last thing I saw of my brother was the way he held the door for me, his hand resting on the rough-hewn oak with a tenderness that felt less like affection and more like the final, desperate grip of a man clinging to the edge of a precipice, a gesture so heavy with unspoken apology that it fractured the air between us, sealing us into separate destinies before I even had the chance to turn...

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