5_The_Mirror_Chamber_clean
The theater was empty except for Seraphina and the moon. Not literally empty—there were security guards in the lobby, a janitor in the wing, the night manager somewhere in the offices—but empty in the way that matters. Empty of eyes. Empty of judgment. Empty of the weight of being watched and measured and found wanting. Seraphina Blackwood Ashworth stood center stage in a white silk dress that...
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