The air in the Eldridge Arms hung heavy with secrets, a scent of lavender masking the decay beneath. On the night Nina crossed its threshold, the building whispered its first warning-a faint click, like a shutter snapping in the dark. She didn't know then that 4B was more than a refuge; it was a mirror, reflecting a life she'd stolen and a past she couldn't outrun. Clara's absence had left a void, but her presence lingered in every creak, every shadow. As Nina settled into the borrowed skin of another, the walls seemed to watch, waiting for the moment truth would shatter the glass. This was no sanctuary-it was a stage, and the play had already begun. With a key tucked close and a knife in hand, she stepped into the role, unaware that survival would demand she become both actress and adversary in a game where every move revealed another lie

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