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There were mirrors everywhere in Lucia's new estate.
Long ones, thin ones, gold-framed and backlit. In the halls. Above the bed. On the ceiling.
Isla was starting to wonder if Lucia didn't need people to admire her-she just needed reflections that confirmed she existed.
"You should be grateful," Lucia said as Isla stared into one of them.
"For
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