The Mirror Prism
The walls of the clinic were a sterile, blinding white that seemed to vibrate with a low-frequency hum. Elias sat in the center of the room, his hands folded in his lap, staring at the reflection of himself in the polished chrome of the table. He was the star patient of the Sterling Institute, a man of extraordinary cognitive flexibility. He could mimic any personality, blend into any social...
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