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... ling mirror in my quarters, adjusting the collar of my black dress shirt. My movements were fluid, practiced over a thousand lifetimes. I looked younger, sure. The heavy scars of the Great War hadn’t etched themselves into my skin yet, and the silver at my temples was gone. But the eyes—the eyes were the same. Cold. Ancient. Hungry.
"You’re staring again, sir," Zane said from the doorway. He was hovering, as always.
"I’m admiring the view, Zane," I replied, my voice like grinding ...
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