The Wistful Dinner

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The mirror did not lie. It simply waited. I stood before it in the cold hall of the manor, my hands trembling at my sides. My reflection stared back, a pale ghost in a dress of black silk. The glass was ancient, thick as river ice, and it held my face with a cruelty that felt familiar. I had come to this place to find answers. I had come to find closure. Instead, I found only my own eyes, wide...

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