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Chapter 71 – The Mirror’s Truth

Author: Kristina Angels
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Eva’s POV

I sit cross-legged in the far corner of the library, tucked beside a table covered in dust and old scrolls. A patchy cloth from one of the nearby shelves is spread out beneath the small mirror, keeping it from touching the surface directly. The air smells like burnt wax and dry parchment, the scent of the castle’s age lingering in every breath.

A half-burnt candle flickers beside me, its tiny flame casting long shadows against the curved spine of a toppled book. Someone left breadcrumbs on the floor—probably Michael.

The others are gathered now, sitting or standing in a loose circle around the table, but none of them glance at the mirror . Sonia chews the end of a pencil absently, Teo’s arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and Trixie is fiddling with one of her earrings, clearly bored but trying not to look it. Parker leans back in a chair, balancing on two legs like he’s got nothing better to do, while Michael and Lenny linger near the doorway, whispering about wh
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