The Wistful Mirror

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The fire in the factory started not with a roar, but with the quiet, insidious hiss of melting wax and the sudden, blinding flash of a spark that jumped the gap between the cotton lint and the open flame, and in that single, suspended heartbeat you felt the heat lick the back of your neck, a tangible, living thing that whispered of ending, of finality, of the great, indifferent mouth of the...

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