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The chandelier above casts a thousand glimmers across the room, each a potential feast for the man who stands before you, bathed in the soft glow of antique light. Your husband, a collector of mirrors, has always been a mystery, but tonight, as you watch him gaze into the ornate glass that holds no reflection, you sense a truth more profound than the fragments of history he collects. His eyes, now meeting yours, hold a glimmer of something you've never seen before - a flicker of humanity.