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The clone whispered my name before the screen cut to black.
Just one word. Leah.
But the way she said it—calm, confident, as if she owned it—froze the air in my lungs. The silence that followed felt like an avalanche held in midair, waiting to crash down.
I stood paralyzed in the center of the safehouse command room, the glow from the monitor casting long shadows across my face. My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. That face—my face—had stared back at me through the screen. The shape of her jaw. The curve of her mouth. The scar just above her right temple. All of it was mine.
But the eyes… the eyes were not.
They didn’t reflect confusion or identity crisis. They burned with something colder. Sharper.
Possession.
“She’s alive,” Theo said quietly, breaking t
