Manolya’s POVI cast my gaze downward, focusing on the patterns of the soft, woolly, burgundy oriental rug beneath my feet.Mr. Mehmet sat in front of me behind his big mahogany desk, stacked with the daily paperwork his work demanded.He leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the armrests and steepling his fingers thoughtfully as he listened intently to Pelin and me.“I’m so relieved to see you up and about, Manolya,” he said warmly, his gaze resting on me.“A mirror’s curse is no child’s play. It’s very sophisticated and dangerous magic. Whoever we’re dealing with, they are very powerful,” he added, his fingers tapping on the mahogany desk as his brows knitted in thought.Big, embroidered curtains hung from the ceiling, framing the curved windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the palace garden.My gaze drifted to the large bookshelves filled with important files and awards.The walls were adorned with oil paintings in earthy tones, depicting classical scenes of warr
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