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... the one who wouldn’t look away.
New face. Younger. No scar through the brow. Slimmer jaw. The same gray eyes, but clean of the years that had sanded mine down. When I breathed, the pale surface fogged and broke the picture into ripples. When it stilled, he came back—me, but not.
I sat up fully. Pebbles clicked under my palms. Stone pressed cold through a shirt that wasn’t hospital linen.
I touched the ground, the wall, the ceiling. Rough limestone. Damp. The air tasted o ...
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