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The mirror image of his face began to change. Wrinkles smoothed. Scars faded. The reflection showed him at seventeen—the night of the accident. The night he’d tried to delete everything.

The air in Archival Node 7 tasted of recycled metal and silence. Elias Chen hadn’t spoken aloud in seventy-three days. His only companion was the low thrum of the cooling units preserving millions of petabytes of obsolete human media—films, songs, unfinished video calls, and last words. START-092.-4K--R

And then, from the blackness of the unpowered secondary screen, a shape pressed forward. A boy. Younger than Elias. No—it was Elias. But not him. A version that had been deleted from every family photo, every official record, every memory except the one he’d buried so deep he’d convinced himself it never existed. The mirror image of his face began to change

The last thing the maintenance log recorded before total systems failure: End. The reflection showed him at seventeen—the night of

“Odd,” he whispered. The mirror’s lips moved three frames too late.

Tonight’s maintenance order: .