The Mirror’s Recursion
Once upon a time, there was a man who could read minds. His name was Edward Harlowe, and he lived in a city of fog. He believed that every person was a story, and that he was the only one who knew how to edit the plot. One day, the man died. Years later—or perhaps centuries, for time is a strange thing when you are frozen in obsidian—the man woke up. He found himself in a city of light, where...
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