Chapter 13
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📖 CHAPTER 13: The Memory of Him
The room stayed silent long after Adrian spoke.
“I was the one who got you out.”
Elara stared at him like her mind couldn’t decide what to do with the information.
Because somehow…
It felt true.
And that scared her more than if it had felt like a lie.
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“You’re lying,” she whispered finally.
But her voice lacked conviction.
Adrian noticed.
Of course he noticed.
“You remember parts of it already,” he said quietly.
Elara hated that he was right.
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The woman beside the window looked emotional now.
Like she was watching ghosts become real.
“You used to follow him everywhere,” she said softly.
Elara frowned immediately.
“No.”
A faint sad smile crossed the woman’s face.
“You were stubborn even then.”
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Elara looked between them.
Frustration rising again.
“Can someone PLEASE explain who you are first?”
The woman blinked slightly.
Then gave a small nod.
“My name is Mira.”
A pause.
“I worked at the facility.”
Facility.
Not home.
Not school.
Facility.
Elara hated that word instantly.
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Mira continued carefully.
“You weren’t supposed to be there as long as you were.”
Elara crossed her arms tightly.
“Where exactly was ‘there’?”
Silence again.
Then Adrian answered this time.
“Project Vale.”
The name hit the room strangely.
Like even saying it out loud mattered.
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Elara frowned.
“That sounds fake.”
“It should,” Adrian replied.
“It was erased officially ten years ago.”
A pause.
“Unofficially… it never ended.”
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Elara sat down slowly.
Not because she trusted them.
Because her legs suddenly felt weak.
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Mira looked at her gently.
“You were one of the youngest subjects.”
“There’s that word again,” Elara muttered bitterly. “Subject.”
No one corrected it.
That made everything worse.
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Adrian stepped closer to the table.
“There were children involved in cognitive enhancement testing.”
Elara blinked slowly.
“…testing?”
No response immediately.
Then:
“Memory retention. Pattern recognition. Neurological adaptation.”
Every sentence sounded colder than the last.
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Elara laughed once in disbelief.
“So what? You’re telling me I was part of some secret experiment?”
Mira looked down.
Adrian stayed silent.
That silence answered enough.
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“No,” Elara whispered.
Another flash hit her instantly.
White walls.
Children sitting quietly.
Numbers on screens.
Someone saying:
“Subject Elena responds faster than expected.”
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Her breathing caught.
The memory vanished again.
But this time she knew it wasn’t random.
It was real.
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Adrian noticed immediately.
“What did you see?”
Elara shook her head quickly.
“Nothing.”
Lie.
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Mira stood slowly.
“They trained all of you differently.”
“All of who?”
A pause.
Then:
“The children.”
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Something about that sentence felt deeply wrong.
Elara looked up sharply.
“How many were there?”
Neither of them answered fast enough.
Which meant:
Too many.
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Suddenly, anger replaced confusion.
Hot.
Sharp.
Real.
“You knew about this.”
Her eyes locked onto Adrian.
“You knew what happened to me.”
“Yes.”
“And you said NOTHING.”
His expression tightened slightly.
“I was trying to keep you away from it.”
Elara stood immediately.
“By dragging me into a building full of secrets and armed psychos?!”
Mira flinched slightly.
But Adrian didn’t move.
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“You were already exposed,” he said calmly.
“No, I wasn’t!”
“Yes,” he replied sharply for the first time.
The room froze.
Even Elara paused.
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Adrian exhaled slowly afterward.
Like he regretted raising his voice at all.
Then he said quieter:
“They found your identity again three weeks ago.”
Silence.
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Elara frowned.
“…how?”
Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly.
“Someone accessed the original archive.”
Mira looked alarmed immediately.
“That’s impossible.”
“That’s what I thought,” Adrian replied.
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A long silence followed.
Then Elara asked the question sitting heavily in her chest:
“Why me?”
No one answered immediately.
Then Adrian finally said:
“Because you were the only one who survived the fire.”
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The air disappeared from the room.
Mira looked away immediately.
Pain crossing her face.
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Elara’s voice dropped to almost nothing.
“…only one?”
Adrian nodded once.
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Another flash.
Smoke everywhere.
A child screaming.
Small hands reaching—
Then fire swallowing the hallway whole.
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Elara stumbled backward slightly.
Her breathing became uneven.
“No…”
She didn’t know if she meant the memory or the truth.
Maybe both.
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Adrian moved instinctively.
Not too close.
Just enough to catch her if she fell.
And somehow that made it worse.
Because it felt familiar again.
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“You saved me,” she whispered slowly.
His eyes met hers.
“Yes.”
Silence.
Then she asked the question neither of them wanted:
“…why?”
For the first time since she met him—
Adrian looked completely unprepared.
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A pause stretched too long.
Then Mira answered softly instead:
“Because he chose you.”
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The room went still.
Adrian’s jaw tightened immediately.
“Mira.”
But it was too late.
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Elara looked between them slowly.
“What does that mean?”
Neither answered.
But something shifted in the silence.
Something personal.
Something older than this conversation.
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Then suddenly—
The lights flickered once.
Hard.
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Adrian’s expression changed instantly.
Back to sharp.
Alert.
Dangerous.
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A system alarm echoed faintly through the building.
Not loud.
Controlled.
Which somehow felt worse.
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Mira whispered:
“No…”
Adrian turned toward the hallway immediately.
“They found this location.”
Elara’s stomach dropped.
“That fast?!”
Adrian grabbed his phone instantly.
“No,” he said quietly.
Then colder:
“They were already tracking us.”
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And somewhere else in the city—
A file opened on a black screen.
SUBJECT ELENA VALE: VISUAL CONFIRMATION COMPLETE
RETRIEVAL PRIORITY UPDATED: MAXIMUM
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📌 END OF CHAPTER 13
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