The man in the mirror
Arthur Wayne sat on the bathroom tiles, back against the bathtub. In his hand was a razor blade, but not to hurt himself—at least, not yet. He was using it to scrape the fog off the mirror. He needed to see clearly. The man in the mirror looked normal. Forty-five, grey-streaked hair, dark eyes, some fine lines around the mouth. He looked like an ordinary man—a former military psychologist now...
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