The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in this city does not wash; it merely accumulates, a grey sludge that seeps into the mortar of the sub-basement where the air tastes of iron and damp wool, and you stand there alone with the lamp’s halo cutting a fragile circle in the darkness, your fingers trembling not from cold but from the terrifying weight of the silence that presses against your eardrums, a bureaucratic void that...

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