The Wistful Asylum
The mirror is broken, which is the first thing you notice when you wake up, the jagged starburst of silver shards embedded in the glass like a frozen explosion that has been waiting for you to open your eyes and witness it, a silent scream made solid and sharp and dangerous in the center of the room that once held your reflection whole. You do not reach out to touch it, because you know that...
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