The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 05:41:21 -

The rain hits the tin roof. It sounds like knuckles. You stand on the porch. The mist is thick. It eats the road. You see the lantern light. It is small. It is blue. You take the bag. It is heavy. You step off the step. The mud pulls at your boot. You leave. You do not look back. You cannot. The town is grey. The smoke is grey. The people are grey. You walk fast. Your heart beats hard. You hear...

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