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... diately:
It wasn’t copying me.
It was remembering me.
That smirk, the slight cant of the head, the way it tapped its fingers against the spine of a book that didn’t exist—those were all Allen Cross’s old habits. Not Lucian’s. Not anymore.
"...Who are you supposed to be?" I asked, keeping my tone flat. Calm. My fingers itched toward my satchel. The Grimoire inside pulsed with agitation, like it was itching to write something. Or scream.
My reflection shrugg ...
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