From the back cover:

Empty, lifeless space spread before Sisko as he stepped onto the ops deck.

Slowly, he turned from where he stood, his gaze searching...

And finding. A chair before one of the consoles slowly turned, revealing the figure that had been sitting there. An image with his face.

His voice: "I've been waiting for you." A smile formed on the face of Sisko's mirror image, his echo. "For a long time."

Sisko nodded slowly, acknowledging its existence. He knew he should have expected it.

The echo's face - Sisko's face, transformed but still the same - was an emotionless mask, cold and inhuman, divorced from all feeling.

"There can't be two of us here. That's not possible." The echo's voice came from deep inside, as though the words were the result of long brooding. "You'll have to go."

The image's hand lifted and reached for Sisko's throat...

Donated to the Little Haven Palliative Care book sale.