She smiled—the kind of smile that costs you your soul one millimeter at a time.
The cube began to unfold. Not into a weapon—into a door . A shimmering archway of silver light. gsn xerox
Mira looked at the door. Beyond it, she saw herself. Dozens of her. Angry ones, weeping ones, one with her dead aunt's eyes staring out of Mira's young face. They pressed against the inside of the light, palms flat, mouths moving in silent synchronization. She smiled—the kind of smile that costs you
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