
The Mirror’s Edge
The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like rusted wire and burnt hair. It clung to her nostrils, sharp and insistent, as if the air itself had been boiled clean. Her eyelids fluttered open to a white ceiling,…
The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like rusted wire and burnt hair. It clung to her nostrils, sharp and insistent, as if the air itself had been boiled clean. Her eyelids fluttered open to a white ceiling,…