The Wistful Mirror
The window was cracked. Not broken, but forced. A wedge of pine had jammed the latch for three days. It was enough. It was the only thing keeping the wind out. The wind was loud today. It screamed against the glass like a living thing. It wanted in. It always wanted in. Elias sat on the floor. His back was against the radiator. It was cold. The heat had been off for a week. The building was...
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