The Wistful Mirror

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The glass shattered not with a sharp crack but with a wet, heavy thud, like a ripe plum dropping onto stone, and the sound of it seemed to stop the air in the room. I stood there, my hands still raised in the posture of a man who has just thrown something precious, staring at the floor where a jagged web of reflection now lay in pieces. My left hand was bleeding, a thin red line tracing the...

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