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confession. Take it. And then sleep. Let the Mirror
keep your words for a while. You will wake into a
world that hurts less.”
The lamp above them hummed the Curator’s
four-beat. The mirror’s surface didn’t show a face
now; it reflected permission like a field.
Carolina took the J-0 reader from her jacket. She
didn’t press play. She set it on the step beside her
foot like bait a saint would use.
Sera looked back at Henry, eyes dark and sane.
“Trap,” she said.
“Confession that demands obedience,” Henry
said. “The worst kind. Looks like love. Smells like
sleep.”
3. The Wrong Thing
Jinji’s last advice warmed Henry’s memory: Do
something small and unforgivable. He glanced at
the mirror, at the neatness of the dais, at the lamp
pretending to be a star. He lifted the cracked mug,
full of nothing, and threw it gently at the black
glass.
Gently. That was the unforgivable part.
The mug struck, didn’t break, slid down, left a
wet oval and a thin chalk line where grit said I was
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