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Moiety
Chapter Thirty-Two: Mirror
Zaeed Massani has never been one to look long into the mirror. He has a face full of scars and a heart full of rage and one good eye that keeps looking back, because the past has never been a finished thing for him.
Zaeed plants his hands along the sink's basin, squinting into the mirror.
Sometimes he sees a charismatic man, sometimes a gruff mercenary, sometimes an angry drunkard.
Sometimes he sees the way things could have been.
But that one good eye keeps looking back.
He sighs, gaze dropping.
Sometimes, when he looks, he sees nothing at all.