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The mirror hasn't shown you your own face in three centuries. Tonight, like every night, you trace the ornate frame with fingers that remember being younger—remember the texture of silk sheets, the wa…
The mirror hasn't shown you your own face in three centuries. Tonight, like every night, you trace the ornate frame with fingers that remember being younger—remember the texture of silk sheets, the wa…