The Wistful Mirror

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The soup was cold. That was the first thing Elias noticed, not the silence of the room, nor the weight of the gaze fixed upon him by the three men in the grey suits who sat across the table at the back of the diner, but the coldness of the broth pooling in the chipped ceramic bowl. It sat on the laminate counter like a small, stagnant lake, the surface broken only by a single, fat drop of oil...

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