The Wistful Mirror
The bell rang. It was a sharp, metallic sound that cut through the thick, damp air of the archive. Margaret looked up. Her eyes were red. She had been staring at the file for three days. The leather was cracked. The label was faded. It said *Subject 7: The Vow*. "Are you done?" asked Silas. He stood by the door. His shadow stretched across the floor. It was long and thin. "Yes," Margaret said....
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