The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the white room tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you pressed your palms against the invisible wall of the prison, the barrier holding your body in suspension while the world outside continued its indifferent rotation. You are not a man, not anymore, but a collection of memories anchored to a failing nervous system, trapped in the...

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