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JP He whispered through the glass: “She’s waiting for you, Lizzie. We’ve kept a place warm.”
The lock was rusted, but a firm shoulder broke the jamb. The room was empty. No furniture, no clothes, no mementos. Just a single, incongruous object: a large, antique mirror facing the far wall. Its silver was intact, and in the dim light, Eliza saw her own reflection—and something else. 6 alexandra view
Tonight, she was going to open it.