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"Hello," she said to the weeping man. "Tell me about her."

Arthur's volition pressed against hers like a glacier. Let me drive. Let me live. You're just a mirror, Mara. Mirrors don't have wills. reflect4 proxies

Mara tried to scream. Her mouth moved, but Arthur's will clamped down on her vocal cords. "Hello," she said to the weeping man

Strange , she thought. Where is the noise? Let me live

Mara snapped back. Her heart pounded—but was it hers or Arthur's?

Mara felt Arthur's emotions flood in—not grief or love, but hunger . A cold, architectural hunger. He hadn't wanted to escape death. He had wanted to become the medium of death itself.

What if I'm not Mara anymore? she thought. What if, after three hundred ghosts, there's no original left? Just layers of reflections, stacked like cards?