The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass in the archive room of St. Jude’s Institute for the Blind did not reflect the light; it absorbed it, holding a three-second delay between my movement and its echo. I am Elias, twenty-four, a junior archivist, and I stood before this pane to extract the sight-fluid required to save my mother’s failing eyes. The Mirror lagged, a ghostly duplication of my self, whispering the doubts I...

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