The Wistful Mirror

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The gavel struck the mahogany block with a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and I knew then that the game was over, not because I had lost, but because I had finally understood the shape of the cage we were all standing in, and the bars were made of the very words I had spent thirty years polishing until they shone like diamonds, which is to say that the disaster began with a sound,...

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