The Wistful Mirror

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The rain falls sideways. It cuts through the grey mist like a blade. You are wet. You are cold. The wind bites at your neck. You pull your collar up. It does not help. The ground is soft. It gives under your boots. You walk. You must walk. The path is narrow. It winds through the pines. The trees are tall. They tower above you. Their branches are bare. They look like skeletal fingers. They...

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