Emilia's new antique mirror reflects everything perfectly — her movements, her posture, the tilt of her head. Everything except what she's feeling. And then, one morning, it stops reflecting anything at all.
Emilia encontró el espejo en un mercado de antigüedades de San Telmo. Era ovalado, enmarcado en madera oscura tallada con enredaderas. La vendedora, una mujer mayor con trenzas grises, le cobró casi nada.
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