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But in the morning, the mirror on page seventy-two was still there. And the reflection showed a room with an open door.

Page fifty: a bed. The sheets were creased as if someone had just slept in them. And on the pillow, a tiny paper indentation—a head’s shape. His head. He knew the slope of his own skull from medical diagrams, but here it was in 1:25 scale, pressed into cardstock. -Papermodels-emule-.GPM.Paper.Model.Compilation...

Page seventy-two: the final piece before the door’s frame. A mirror. Printed silver foil on thin paper. He cut it out, folded the tabs, glued it to the wall. And in its reflection, he saw himself. Not his current self—haggard, three A.M., glue on his fingers. A younger self. Fifteen. Sitting at his childhood desk, the same external hard drive on a CRT monitor, downloading the folder for the first time. The younger Alex looked up from the screen. Straight into the mirror. Straight into the present. But in the morning, the mirror on page

His door. Still closed. For now.