PROLOGUE:
There are places that keep their secrets locked away behind cracked walls and shattered memories, places where time itself hesitant to tread.
Beneath layers of forgotten years and fading light, the villa breathes in silence, yet whispered about by those who dared to remember. Its windows, like eyes closed, held shadows that twisted and danced in the faint moonlight.
The attic smelled like dust and secrets. She wiped the sweat from her brows as she pulled the white sheet off the large mirror in the corner. It stood taller than her, with silver edges carved like vines. It's surface still and silent, waiting.
Some truths have a way of clawing their way to the surface, no matter how deep they're buried.
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