The Distant Journey

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The glass cracked. Not broke. Cracked. A hairline fracture running from the rim to the base. A single, silver vein of weakness. Elias watched it. He did not move. He held the mirror in his left hand. His right hand hovered. He needed a hammer. He needed a stone. He needed a weight. He had none of these. He had only his hands. He had only the cold. The room was a cellar. Stone walls. Damp air....

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