CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
The two platforms moved steadily toward each other across the engineered chasm, one carrying the younger echo of Victoria, the other bearing the real Lila supporting the original frail Victoria.
The fissure walls continued closing with mechanical inevitability, narrowing the gap second by second.
Sunrise light streamed down, turning the dust and debris into glittering gold while cameras captured every moment for the live broadcast.
Elena stood at the edge of the abyss, the truth of her identity settling like lead in her chest. She was not the echo. She was not the designed heir created from nothing.
She was the firstborn, conceived in secret with Jax long before the seven sisters, hidden among them so she could grow strong enough to lead when the time came.
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