The Distant Legend
The mirror cracked before the sun rose. It was a thin, white line. It started at the bottom left corner, near my reflection’s elbow. It traveled up. It split the glass into two jagged halves. I did not touch it. I stood there in the cold light of the city street, watching the fracture spread. It was a quiet sound. A sigh. The glass did not shatter. It simply gave up. I am Margaret. I lived in...
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