The subterranean Gallery of Mirrors stretched eighty feet beneath the central vault of the Blackwood Citadel, lined with antique baroque looking-glasses framed in tarnished gilt bronze. The mirrors reflected dozens of flickering amber candle sconces, creating an infinite, shimmering tunnel of light that seemed to stretch into the core of the earth. The air was cool and scented with beeswax, mineral water, and the faint, metallic tang of electrical capacitors.…
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