
by The Vilkas
The day my brother died, I made it through. Two years later, I'm not sure I ever will. Two years to the day Timmy went into the Pacific, Mark Fieneral is on the couch with a beer and a lit joint, doing what he does on every anniversary: nothing. Then the figure appears. Bandaged in black cloth, arms wide, standing at the edge of something his eyes don't want to focus on. It asks him a question. Mark says yes. He wakes in a white room. He's given a class, an affinity, a place in a world run by something called the System. He chooses Mage. He chooses The Mirror — not for power. Because more than anything, he wants to understand what's wrong with him. It doesn't go well. Every level makes him stronger. Every level makes him less. Every skill he learns is a piece of himself traded away — and he doesn't know yet what he's buying. The Mirror shows you the truth. Mark is starting to suspect the truth isn't him. The Mirror's Heir is a Progression LitRPG about a man who stepped into another world to escape his grief — and discovered that grief was the door.Releases every Tuesday/Thursday.
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