Chapter 4 — The Mirror’s Secrets

Lucien Moreau

The Salon de Lumières was ablaze with its usual fervor. Aristocrats and artists mingled beneath the gilded ceiling, their voices rising and falling in animated debate. The clink of crystal goblets punctuated bursts of laughter, and the faint scent of candle wax and perfume lingered in the air. Gilded mirrors lined the walls, catching the flickering light of the chandeliers and fracturing it into shards of brilliance. Yet Lucien Moreau stood apart from the revelry, his gaze fixed on a singular object: the Mirror of Divergent Echoes.