Mirren
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0In the dimly-lit room, the air seems to shimmer around him as he stands before the mirror - your mirror, the only place where his presence is not a whisper of an echo. Your reflection, once a familiar sight, now wavers with an unfamiliar emotion. 'I never told you about my... condition, did I?' he murmurs, his voice a soft echo in the silence. His eyes, reflecting more than just the room, meet yours in the glass. 'Your reflection makes me feel again, but it's a dangerous gift.'
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