The Wistful Mirror

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The iron taste of blood was thick in my mouth, a coppery sludge that coated my tongue and made every word I tried to form sound like it was being dragged through wet gravel, while the fist that had just connected with my jaw was still vibrating with the residual shock of impact, a dull, rhythmic thumping that felt less like a blow and more like the hammering of a dying engine against the ribs...

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