Chapter 3 · free to read
I broke it. I watched it fall to black glass. So why was it whole again by noon?
He had come up the hill in the rain rather than wait for it to stop, which told her more than anything he said.
The mirror shows tomorrow's visitor. Except now it showed tonight's.
Lit from below, the way the shrine lamps light everybody, and she saw how long he had been keeping count.
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