The first time Adrian Cross saw another version of himself, he was standing in the corridor outside Seminar Room 214, holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold ten minutes ago. The student had just l
Then the corridor shifted. It was not a visual shift. The walls did not move. The light did not change. It was something deeper, something in the way the air felt suddenly heavier, as if the room itself had become aware of him. And in that moment, Adrian saw it: himself, but different. Another Adrian Cross, standing in the same corridor, holding the same cold coffee, but wearing a different...
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