• Abyss in the Mirror
    I do not have a name. Or rather, I have too many names and I cannot remember which one is mine. Sometimes I am Thomas. Sometimes I am Edward. Sometimes I am a name that begins with H and ends with a sound that is not a letter but a feeling, like the feeling you get when you walk into a room and know you have been there before but cannot remember when. I live in a room. The room has a mirror....
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  • Beneath the Mirror
    { "code": "OTMES-v2-C9D1-270deg-M4-270R080B065F009", "variant": "V-03: Beneath the Mirror", "work": "Chinese Sun (El sol de China)", "transformation": "T9-10 + T3-09 + T6-02", "Etotal": 6.5, "dominantmode": "M4 (Existential)", "dominantangle": 270, "rank": 5, "dominanceratio": 0.11, "irreversibility": 0.8, "redemption": 0.2, "Mvector": [9.5, 1.0, 2.5, 8.0, 1.0, 2.0, 0.5,...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • Beyond the Mirror
    The Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...
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  • The Golden Mirror
    The Golden Mirror The mirror did not reflect what stood before it. It reflected what had been lost. Eleanor Ashworth stood in the gallery of Blackwood Manor on a November evening that smelled of extinguished candles and wet stone. The mirror hung above the mantelpiece—a tall oval of silvered glass framed in tarnished gold, brought from Venice in 1647 by her ancestor Sebastian Ashworth, who...
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  • The Golden Mirror
    The Golden Mirror The mirror did not reflect what stood before it. It reflected what had been lost. Eleanor Ashworth stood in the gallery of Blackwood Manor on a November evening that smelled of extinguished candles and wet stone. The mirror hung above the mantelpiece—a tall oval of silvered glass framed in tarnished gold, brought from Venice in 1647 by her ancestor Sebastian Ashworth, who...
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