“You’re not him, you bastard!” Aaron shouted, anger flooding him, “You can’t be him!” “Oh, but I can,” the creature said, “and I have, Aaron. I have been thousands of people at thousands of times,” and as he spoke, his body shifted from one visage to the next in such succession that Aaron thought he would go mad. Now, a short, balding man Aaron didn’t recognize, now a young woman with aristocratic features, an old man, a fat woman, a thin child, all looking down on Aaron, all with that same bloody, cruel grin, and the blade in their hand. It went on for thirty seconds, a minute, and in that
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