The Wistful Mirror
The glass is cold. You hold it with both hands. The liquid inside is amber. It burns when you swallow. It tastes of iron. It tastes of blood. You are not human. You are a thing of smoke and shadow. You wear a face. It is a mask. It fits well. It is your mother’s face. She is gone. The face remains. It is a vessel. You are the fluid. You are the heat. You are the danger. The hall is vast. The...
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