The Wistful Mirror

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The glass is already breaking. You do not see the cracks yet, but you feel them. A tremor in the wrist. A shudder in the bone. It is a Tuesday. The rain against the factory windows is a static hiss, a white noise that drowns out the thought of your own name. You hold the shard. It is a piece of a mirror. It is small. It is sharp. It is yours. You are Thomas. You are a man of routine. You are a...

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