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The Ghost Wearing My Skin

It’s a strange thing, watching your own face stare back at you.

Not on a screen.

Not in a mirror.

But as a threat.

Same eyes.

Same mouth.

Same scar on the left brow.

Only difference?

Dead inside.

“She’s the prototype,” Rina whispered. “The first fully completed synthetic based on your neuro...