THE GOLDEN AGE OF SOMETHING GOOD AND RIGHT AND REAL
a jily fanfiction
James pushed off from the wall and glanced around the classroom. It appeared to be nothing special, just a room filled with desks and chairs pushed against the walls, but across from James was something else, something that looked like it didn't belong. A tall mirror coated in gold faced him, and James approached it, intending to fix his hair. Staring back at him, though, was someone else entirely. James’s eyes widened. No, not someone else. It was his own tan skin, his own tousled hair, his own brown eyes glinting behind his specs. But his face was lined, and his hair was greyed.
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