The Cog that Spins the Wheel - 11

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Chapter 11 - Training Montage

How do you come back to yourself? When you look in the mirror and see someone foreign, someone so destroyed and misused that you think it can’t be you, how do you rectify that? The memory of myself haunts me. My body used to be this larger than life thing. Everything I ever needed. Ruined in its own way sure, but held at the edge of perfection. When I stare at my reflection now, my chest aches.

Or maybe there was always this me, somewhere inside that...