Prose

Prologue         Julius stared at the mirror, and one man wearing two different faces looked back at him. It’d been like that for a long time, now. It used to be more than two; it used to be a dozen different faces would stare back. The faces had slowly whittled down, year after year, until now there were only two left. Julius would look in the mirror, no matter where in the world he found himself, and he’d try to decide which face looked more like him.           He hadn’t come to a conclusion, yet. But it felt like he was getting close.           There was a knock on the […]