The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 11:27:31 -

The rain had turned the gravel courtyard of St. Jude’s into a slurry of gray mud, slicking the boots of the two guards who flanked the iron gate. I stood there, badge in hand, the metal cold and heavy against my palm, demanding entry to inspect the records of a patient who had vanished three days prior. The warden, a man with eyes like wet stones, blocked my path with a body that seemed to...

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