The clerk, a woman with silver hair and a knowing smirk, nodded. "Total eclipse. No iris, no pupil. Just the void."
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Elias paid in cash. He didn’t want a paper trail for who he was about to become. He ducked into the cramped bathroom of a nearby coffee shop, his heart hammering against his ribs. He’d spent months planning this "performance art" piece, but as he washed his hands, the air felt heavy. He leaned into the mirror. Pop. The first lens settled. The clerk, a woman with silver hair and