Chapter 45 Market of Stolen Breaths

Eloise

The mirror was taller than a door and cracked down the middle. Brynn had led us through the cellars with one candle, past barrels, past a sleeping guard, down a stair so narrow I scraped both elbows. Now we stood in front of a silver glass framed by rusted roses.

"I changed my mind," Se...

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