The Prophet's Dilemma
ACT ONE: THE MIRROR The crystal lens was cold against Jean-Luc Moreau's palm, colder than glass should be, as if it remembered the frost of a battlefield that had not existed for three years. He held it up to the light filtering through the window of his left-bank apartment and watched the Parisian afternoon bend and refract within the unknown material, splitting into colors that had no name....
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