The Wistful Mirror
The mirror in the corner of the reading room had always been a nuisance. Not because it was broken—though its silvering had flaked away in long, mournful streaks, like the skin of a serpent shedding something it no longer required—but because it reflected everything too honestly. Arthur Pendelton, senior fellow at St. Jude’s College, had spent thirty-seven years of his life avoiding it. He...
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