Jennifer
Part VI. The city had begun to whisper. She heard it in the static of street screens, in the glitch of advertisements that flickered between faces that weren’t supposed to exist — faces that looked almost like Aris. Data fragments of him, scattered like echoes across the grid. At first, Lena thought it was coincidence. But when her reflection blinked on a dark window — once, twice, out of rhythm — she knew it wasn’t.
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