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... oughts weren’t thoughting. Everything was a mess inside my skull.
’Okay. Okay. Calm down, Zarix. No wait. Am I still Zarix? Who the fuck am I?’
I needed to see myself. Needed to confirm what I was dealing with.
My eyes scanned the room and landed on some glassy decorations. Fancy vases. Polished ornaments. Rich people stuff. I grabbed one and angled it toward my face.
A child stared back at me.
White hair with a slight blue tint. Sky blue eyes. Soft, round ...
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