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“How did you know the secret?” Florian asked.
His grip was rough and she couldn't escape. He smelled of watery cologne and sweat. His skin was a powdery white, and up-close, it looked like he was wearing a thin layer of makeup. Frizzled ends of hair stuck up out of his man bun.
He put the handcoil to her head.
“The secret,” he said, “how he hell did you know how to find the colony?”
Michiko’s mind raced.
She'd heard his voice before. It was familiar, so familiar in a creepy way, like she'd always known it, like it was branded into her memory, never to leave.
“Did he send you?” Florian asked.
And then she knew.
He was the man in the other world. He was the one with his hands around her throat.
But he was wearing black there.
Now he was wearing white.
Same suit. Same diagonal
