The Wistful Mirror

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The rain has not stopped for three days. It hammers against the high, arched windows of the Grand Hotel, a rhythmic, relentless pounding that feels less like weather and more like a warning. You stand in your office, the one on the fourth floor, overlooking the empty courtyard. The air smells of damp wool and old paper, a scent that has become synonymous with your life here. On the desk before...

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