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The third was a man she didn't recognize, but whose face felt familiar from the Vance archives.
"We’ve brought the tea, Meilin," the Liling-Mimic said, her movements jerky, like a film with dropped frames. "Leo is so hungry. Why aren't you sitting down?"
"You're not them," Meilin said, her violet eyes flaring. She tried to tap into her "Void" resonance, but the Mimics were broadcasting a Validation Frequency that interfered with her focus. It was a sound that mimicked a mother's heartbeat, designed to pacify the human brain.
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