THE THINGS THAT DON'T BURN

POV: Ava

The mirror didn’t call to me.

It didn’t glow.

It didn’t whisper.

It simply waited.

Cold. Perfect. Ornate. A relic from a past someone was desperate to make me forget delivered not with force, but with elegance. Wrapped in velvet. Framed in gold. Hung with reverence on the ceremonial...

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