The Wistful Mirror

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The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a clock. Like a heart. Elias sat in the armchair. He was seven years old. He wore a wool sweater. It itched. He did not care. He looked at the mirror. The mirror was tall. It stood in the corner. It was old. The frame was black wood. It was carved with vines. The glass was dark. It reflected the room. It reflected him. But...

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