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Chapter 77
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Rain murmured against the villa’s high glass windows like a thousand soft accusations. It fell in slow arcs across the veranda, each drop carving the stillness with a private grief. The leather couch beneath Savannah creaked as she shifted awake, her muscles sore from sleep without rest, her thoughts jagged and restless like broken film reels left spinning through the night.The fireplace behind her had died down to grey ash. No warmth remained—only the scent of charred birch and something older, buried.On the low table: a wax-sealed envelope. Crimson. Bright, unnatural red, like arterial blood. Its edges were serrated, not torn—ritualistically shaped. And stamped with a crest she hadn’t seen in over twenty years.The Briggs family seal. Ouroboros coiled around a four-pointed star.Her breath caught.There was no return address. No explanation. No reason for its existence except to upend hers.She rose, every movement deliberate, dreamlike. Her pale fingers hovered over the envelope
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Berlin wept in sheets—rain like mourning veils across the face of a city that refused to sleep. Cynical streetlamps bled light into puddles of oil and memory, and Savannah moved through the storm like a woman entering confession. Her heels rang sharp on the slate floor outside the Maddox estate’s boardroom, each step a drumbeat stitched with restraint. Her spine was stiff with purpose, and the worn leather notebook pressed to her chest trembled like a relic of defiance.Inside, the world chilled to steel and silence.Lucia Maddox waited behind a desk that looked more like a tomb slab—polished, surgical, void of warmth. She wore white silk sleeves that folded elegantly at her wrists, a portrait of cultivated tyranny. Behind her, glass walls reflected the broken geometry of Berlin’s skyline—fragments of a future shaped by old secrets.On the desk lay everything: Savannah’s notebook—pages of blood-ink, genetic code, the original Briggs will that named Magnolia heir. There, in the margins
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Berlin’s late afternoon skies lay heavy over the courthouse square, as if mourning what Echo had taken from innocents. Savannah stood in sunlight patched by gray clouds, her coat still carrying dried rain from last night’s storm. Across from her, Nika—who claimed to be Magnolia’s half-sister—pulled out a small crate etched with fading lab barcodes.“This child exists,” Nika began, her voice low, reverent. Inside the crate: a framed photograph. A little girl, pale, with wings painted behind her in red ink—eyes too old for her face.“I found her in Prague,” Nika continued. “With Weston’s own handwriting beside her: ‘Experiment C 12 – Subject Elira.’” She lifted the frame gently, revealing skin beneath the glass. “He called her Observer. Not the host. Not the echo. The observer.”Savannah’s stomach recoiled. Elira’s eyes broke through the glass like a scream. Something in them recognized Savannah.“Weston—did this?”Nika nodded. “With volunteers from multiple trials. One birth. Three gir
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Delaney stood in front of the tall window of her candlelit Florentine loft, staring down at the cobbled street where rain collected in uneven puddles like small obsidian mirrors. The scent of clove smoke from the altar behind her mingled with something darker—metallic, burning just beneath the surface of her skin.The serum pulsed through her bloodstream like a lover’s kiss she didn’t ask for but could no longer deny. It was seduction in molecular form. It wasn’t about power. Not anymore. It was about clarity—the way sound became crystalline, the way color bled brighter, how time itself seemed to bend around her fingertips. She could feel the heartbeat of the city. She could hear it like a second pulse inside her throat.“You’re using it,” Savannah said from behind her.Delaney didn’t flinch. “Of course I am.”Savannah stepped into the room, rain still slicking her coat sleeves. Her face was pale, shadowed. She looked like someone grieving a twin still living.“You said you stopped.”
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The walls of the new facility rose like a cathedral carved from obsidian and light—glass panels that breathed chilled air and steel corridors that hummed with the frequency of control. It was not just science anymore. It was spectacle. The evolution of Echo into something far more dangerous than a lab. A throne for a new kind of empire.No longer hidden beneath coastal ruins or drenched in salt and secrecy, Echo had become sleek, state-sponsored, and disturbingly sanitized. Biotech logos gleamed like insignias on every pane of reinforced glass. Government crests hovered above biometric locks. The hum of the place wasn’t just mechanical—it was operatic. A symphony of ambition and money, fusing flesh and code into legacy.Weston stood at the pinnacle of it all, his posture regal in a fitted gray suit that clung to his tall frame like armor. No longer the haunted man in lab coats and bloodied gloves. No. He had emerged from the fire of the old Echo remade—stone carved into steel.Behind
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The Tuscan morning stretched slow and golden through arched windows, whispering warmth across polished floors. Savannah leaned over the terrace, watching vines ripple in the wind, the hills below humming in stillness. A dream should’ve ended here—with sun and safety and a child laughing somewhere behind her.But the air had shifted.Eva stood barefoot by the kitchen table, still as a photograph. She held a half-eaten pear in one hand, a crayon in the other. Her face was unreadable—too serious for her six years.“Mama?” she asked, her voice as light as the rustle of leaves. “Why did you name me Eva?”Savannah blinked. “It… felt right,” she whispered, drawn toward the question like a tide.Eva tilted her head. “I don’t think that’s my name.”Colton looked up from his tablet.“What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked.Eva walked to the sunlit wall where her drawing was taped—four stick figures holding hands beneath a red sun. Two adults. Two children.Savannah’s blood cooled.“She told me
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