Hello! *waves* I know, long time no see! No wasting time with idle chit-chat - this snippet is taken from a WIP going out on submission - a scifi novella entitled Gethyon. Here our hero has caught sight of his reflection, but finds nothing to admire.
As he passed the black reflective metallic panels lining a curved alcove in long strips from floor to ceiling, he glanced at his darkened image. A year spent training hard on Lyagnius had added muscle to his frame and broadened his shoulders to better match his height. After much nagging, he’d allowed the reddish hair to be cropped. Though the reflection carried no color, he knew the eyes glaring back were green, set in a face that matched his father’s too closely for comfort. He was tired of that comparison, of being another man’s shade.
I’m nothing but a dead man’s shadow...
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