The Distant Crown
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in Elias’s teeth. He stared at the reflection in the darkened window of the archive room, where a younger version of himself stood, arms crossed, smiling with a familiarity that made Elias’s skin crawl. "You’re just a draft, Elias," the reflection whispered, its lips moving without sound, though the words rang clearly in...
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