The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 06:09:55 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the border road into a brown slurry. I drove the patrol car with my hands locked at ten and two, eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. There it was again. The Ghost. It sat in the back seat, wearing my uniform, my face, but the eyes were wrong. They were hollow, empty pits of shadow that tracked my every movement with a...

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