The Wistful Mirror

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The cellar was cold. It smelled of damp earth and old paper. We had been down there for hours. I held the bottle. It was thick glass. Dark liquid inside. "Is it empty?" I asked. Thomas did not answer. He stared at the wall. The brick was red. Wet. He tapped his finger against the stone. Click. Click. Click. "Thomas," I said. He turned. His face was pale. His eyes were red. "It is not empty,...

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