The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 00:47:38 -

The banquet hall in the basement of the Old Exchange was a cavern of stale air and synthetic lemon, where the chandeliers, strung with cheap crystal, caught the low-hanging fluorescent tubes and fractured the light into a thousand indifferent, jagged shards. I stood at the periphery, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, feeling the roughness of the wool suit my father had pressed that...

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