The Wistful Mirror

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The dream was always the same. It began in the cold, blue light of the operating theater. He was lying on the table, the metal biting into his spine. The air smelled of antiseptic and iron, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. Above him, the ceiling fans spun in slow, hypnotic circles, blurring the fluorescent lights into a single, unblinking eye. He was not a patient. He...

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