The mirror wasn't there before.
Kade was sure of it.
One minute he was walking down an alley warped by static-the next, a mirror stood in the center of the path.
No frame.
No wall behind it.
Just standing there, impossible, like it had always existed.
And it reflected everything-except him.
Kade stepped closer.
Still nothing.
No face. No shadow.
Just the background-buildings, flickering lights, dust... but not him.
Then the image rippled.
And he appeared.
But it wasn't him now.
It was a version of him that looked... whole.
Clean clothes. Clear skin. Brighter eyes. No Drag-burn around the irises.
A faint smile. A glow.
Happy.
Stable.
Normal.
Kade whispered, "Who the hell are you?"
The mirror-Kade tilted his head.
Then-he spoke.
> "The version of you who never lit i
