The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 17:56:10 -

The mirror was cracked. Not shattered. Just a web of fractures. A starburst in the glass. It lay on the kitchen floor. Ellis picked it up. His hands shook. He was twelve. He wore his father’s old coat. It smelled of tobacco and rain. The sleeves hung low. They brushed his knees. He wrapped the shards in a towel. He used his father’s hands. No, he used his own. But they felt like his father’s....

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