The Wistful Mirror

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The hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and old perfume. It was a feast, or rather, the memory of one, preserved in amber. The chandeliers hung like frozen explosions of crystal, casting fractured light across the faces of the guests who moved with the slow, deliberate grace of sleepwalkers. In the center of the room, on a pedestal of black...

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