The Wistful Mirror

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The mirror in the east wing did not reflect the room. Mara knew this before she entered. She had seen it in the morning light. A smudge of glass that refused to hold her shape. The office was quiet. Dust motes danced in the beam. She sat at her desk. The wood was cold. Her name was Mara Vance. She was a clerk. She processed forms. She filed reports. She was no one. The building was the Ministry...

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