The Portrait of Dorian Tech
The mirror in Julian Voss's apartment was three feet wide, framed in silver that had gone slightly black with age. He stood in front of it every morning and shaved, and every morning he saw the same face—forty-two years old, dark hair thinning at the temples, eyes that were the color of a summer sky before a storm. He knew this face better than he knew his own name. But today, for reasons he...
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