The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 00:01:24 -

The champagne tasted of copper and crushed ice. Elara stood at the edge of the marble balcony. The city below was a sea of light. It pulsed. It breathed. It was indifferent. She held the glass loosely. Her fingers were white. The night air was cold. It bit at her cheeks. It sharpened the world. She looked down. The street was a river of noise. Cars. Voices. Laughter. It all seemed distant....

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