The Painted Veil

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The Painted Veil

Act I The mirror in my dressing room has a flaw—a crack running from the lower left corner upward, invisible unless you catch the light at the right angle, which I do, every morning, at six-thirty precisely. It is a habit, like practice. Smile. Not too wide. Not too narrow. The smile that says I am happy, I am well, I am the perfect wife of the perfect man in the perfect apartment on the...

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