The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One “Property to be surveyed. Sale scheduled for March 1st.” The notice was pinned to the door of the drained community pool, the paper curling in the wind that rattled the empty lockers. I stood there, the weight of my apron pulling at my shoulders, the ledger in my hand heavy with the ink of two different hands. The water was gone, leaving only a crust of chlorine and salt on the...
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