The Wistful Mirror

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You wake on a floor of black glass. It is cold. It is slick. It reflects your face, but the face is wrong. It is older. It is tired. It is you, but stripped of the uniform you wear now. You look down. Your hands are bare. No gloves. No rank insignia. Just skin, pale and trembling against the dark surface. The air smells of ozone and wet stone. You remember the dream. Or perhaps this is the...

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