The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer."Mother?" Ngozi whispered, her voice cracking with confusion and rage.Nkechi— if it was her—raised her hands, her voice steady but trembling. "Stand down, Ngozi. It's over."Amara's team—Ezekiel, Ifeanyi, Chioma—held their positions, weapons trained on Adebayo's men, who hesitated, their loyalty fracturing at the sight of this ghost. The aunt, hidden in the trees, watched with wide eyes, the village elders gathering at the edge, murmuring prayers to the ancestors."You're dead," Amara breathed, her gun still raised, tears streaming down her face. "I buri
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