The Wistful Mirror

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The count had begun at dusk, when the light in the hall turned the color of old blood. Elias Thorne stood before the hall mirror, adjusting the knot of his tie with fingers that trembled not from age, but from the dry, scratching pain in his left lung. He counted the cracks in the plaster above the frame. One. Two. Three. A web of decay that mapped the structural failure of the house, and by...

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