The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 16:01:54 -

The rain against the windowpane was not a sound but a texture, a gritty, persistent friction that I could feel in the marrow of my teeth, a relentless scrubbing that seemed to want to erase the glass entirely, to blur the world outside into a smear of wet gray nothingness that matched the color of my own exhaustion, which had settled into my muscles like a second skin, heavy and cold, clinging...

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