THE PRICE OF THEIR NAME
I nodded mutely, letting Eleanor lead me out of the room, leaving the twins standing side-by-side in the soft light.
I found refuge in a guest suite two floors down—another sterile, beautiful prison cell. I locked the door and walked to the wall of windows, staring out at the dizzying expanse of city lights.
My mind finally began to work again, frantic and desperate, searching for the escape route. I have to find the weakness. I have to find the seam.
I began dissecting the twins, replaying every interaction, searching for the point where they diverged. They had to be different. All twins, especially those so intensely synchronized, had a flaw, a crack I could exploit.
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