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In “Reflection Station”, Tay Iwar Turns to Stark Introspection

You’re in a bar that looks like a relic from the 80s. The walls are made of sturdy brown wood. A few revelers chop it up on the dance floor somewhere in the background. As you swivel in your bar-side chair, the smell of rum and whiskey fills your nose and soft strobe lights dapple […]

In “Reflection Station”, Tay Iwar Turns to Stark Introspection