The Wistful Mirror

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The coat is torn. It hangs on the hook by the door. The wool is black. It is soaked. It smells of ash. It smells of rain. It smells of your blood. You do not look at it. You cannot look at it. You stand in the hallway. Your feet are bare. The floor is cold. The cold bites. The cold is honest. Outside, the wind screams. The town is dead. The windows are dark. The streets are empty. The silence...

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