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Beyond the corridor lay a small room, its walls covered in mirrors that reflected not Maya’s face, but dozens of strangers—people she’d never seen, their eyes full of stories she could not read. In the center of the room was a wooden box, its lid sealed with a heavy brass clasp. The problem isn’t the dirt — it’s that
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