The man inside the mirror gazed out, frowning. He stared back, eyes narrowed, brow wrinkled, as if this was the first time he’d seen his doppelganger.
Over the years, he’d only had glimpses from afar. It had never been this close before.
His likeness had a rope around its neck, fastened tight somewhere above. It smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
His own rope chaffed, the pressure tight against his throat. He kicked the chair away.
One of the men vanished.
An empty noose in one world, swayed back and forth, keeping time to the body in the next.