The Wistful Mirror

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You are to break it by dawn, or you are to break yourself by dusk. The words from Mayor Halloway still hung in the air of the station house, dry and brittle as the coal dust that coated my coat. I stood there, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the cold seep through the soles of my boots. The pension was my only anchor in this churning life, a promise of twenty years of service finally...

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