“I don’t believe you.” Flint said, though his tone was not nearly as sure as his words. John didn’t have time to argue, he reached for a small looking mirror left on a decrepit vanity and passed it to Flint.
There was no denying the ten years Flint saw on his face, the face he likely hardly recognised as his own. John felt cruel, for making James face Flint, but he didn’t have time for his disbelief. John waited as Flint stared at a stranger’s face in the mirror.
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