The Wistful Mirror
The great mirror stood in the center of the hall, a towering slab of silvered glass that had not been polished in a decade, its surface now a dull, gray expanse that seemed to absorb the light of the chandeliers rather than reflect it, creating a sense of depth that was not physical but psychological, a void that stretched back into the darkness of the court where shadows pooled like stagnant...
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