Today's OneWord: Mirage

The mirage of the hotel wobbled and wavered for just a moment, but after Claire blinked, it was as if she were staring at an oil painting, the smears never melting away from the wall illusions and tricks of the doors and windows. For something that was a mere glitch of the eye and mind, the hotel felt very real - and very, very welcoming.

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