The Wistful Mirror

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The brass rim of the mirror was warm under my thumb, slick with the grease of decades, and I was trying to wipe away a smudge that seemed to reappear every time I lifted the cloth, as if the dirt were part of the object’s nature rather than an accident of handling. My hand trembled, a fine, high-frequency vibration that I had learned to hide by pressing my other palm flat against the oak desk,...

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