Epilogue
Thorne
Pain brought me back.
Or maybe it was the silence.
It was cold here. Too cold. The kind of cold that crept into your bones and stayed there.
I tried to move. Chains didn’t stop me—something worse did. The air felt thick. Heavy. Like the room was pressing in from all sides.
I opened my eyes and saw myself.
Hundreds of reflections stared back. Not just mirrors—wrong mirrors. They didn’t show what was, but what might’ve been. What should have been. What I never let happen.
Me, holding Elira’s hand. Me killing Vasquez. Me turning my back.
Me dying on the dock.
I flinched.
None of them blinked.
A flicker to my left—another mirror. A younger version of myself stared out, eyes wide and terrified. My sister beside me. Allison. She was laughing in this one, carefree, whole. She looked at me like I was still someone worth trusting.
My throat burned.
I closed my eyes again, but it didn’t matter. I could still feel them. All the lives I didn’t live. All the choices I didn’t make.
A voice drifted in—low, mocking.
“Welcome back, Thorne.”
I didn’t look for its source.
I knew it was Vasquez.
Or worse—just the room.
The Mirror Room didn’t need guards.
It used your own memories to break you. Then it twisted them into something darker.
I tried to stand.
The mirrors didn’t let me.
Book one ends.
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