THE MIRROR OF MANY FACES
The machine hummed like a trapped insect, and Dorian watched the needles on the dials twitch as his own brainwaves were drawn up from his skull through wires and electrodes and copper coils and vacuum tubes and everything else he had built from parts scavenged from laboratories and flea markets and the corpses of old telegraphs. He closed his eyes and focused on his own thoughts—simple,...
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