The Wistful Mirror

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You wake in the cold, sterile light of the cafeteria, the hum of the ventilation system a low, constant drone that vibrates in the marrow of your bones. The air smells of burnt toast and industrial sanitizer, a scent that has become inextricably linked to the taste of your own exile. You are standing before a long, stainless-steel counter, your hands gripping the edge of a porcelain bowl so...

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