The Mirror's Smile
ACT I: THE WALLS THAT SPEAK The apartment was on the upper east side of Manhattan, in a building that had once been grand and was now grand in the way that ruined things are grand—molded ceilings, marble floors, brass fixtures that still caught the light if you angled them right. Adrian Blackwood had rented it because it was quiet, which was ironic, because it hadn't been quiet in three...
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