Chapter 13 Ashes and Obedience

She didn't blink.

The clone this golden-eyed ghost born of Selene's flesh-stood still and silent, dripping with synthetic fluid, her smile soft and terrifying. It was like staring into a corrupted mirror-Selene's body, but carved with cruel perfection. Taller, colder, hungrier.

Dante raised his gun again.

"Don't," Selene whispered, grabbing his

            
            

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