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Leo’s breath stopped. He moved the mouse. The cursor was gone. Instead, a small mirrored icon—a black mirror, of course—pulsed in the corner of his browser.

The last thing Leo saw was his own face in the black mirror of his dead laptop screen—except his reflection was smiling, and he wasn’t. Searching for- Black Mirror Bandersnatch in-All...

The hyphen. The weird spacing. The fact that he didn’t remember typing it. Leo’s breath stopped

The results page flickered. Then went black. A single line of white text appeared: a small mirrored icon—a black mirror

He pressed Enter.

> You are not choosing the paths. The paths are choosing you.