The Wistful Mirror
The chandelier in the Oakhaven Community Center swung gently, casting fractured light across the sea of silk and tailored wool, a spectacle of excess that made your stomach turn with a nausea that had nothing to do with the heavy meat course. You stood near the dessert table, your hand resting on the breast pocket of your jacket where the silver brooch sat, a cold, heavy anchor against your...
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