The Distant Summer

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The glass cracked. It was a thin, white fissure that spider-webbed across the surface of the antique mirror. Margaret stared at it. She did not blink. The crack ran from the upper left corner, slicing through the reflection of her own face, severing her left eye from her right. It was a surgical cut. Precise. Cold. "You are breaking it," said Elias. He stood in the doorway of the study. He was...

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