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Recognition He stares in the mirror, a disfigured reflection glares back; a bizarre resemblance to a picture puzzle he has long stored in his mind: well known fragments scattered in odd places, pieced together into a caricature sketch. An ambiguous drug haze enshrouds memories. Flashbacks pierce the blackness: an explosive roar, blistering heat, primal screams of agony. The stench of seared skin suffocates him with fright. His heart hammers; panic slips in. Questioning eyes look to an unknown face nearby. With a touch, furrows dug in confusion relax into a slow smile. His voice catches on tears. "It was your hand I felt in my smoke filled nights." |
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