My Brother’s Brother
That couldn’t be possible.
He looked so much like her brother; the same strong jawline, the curve of his lips, the set of his eyes, but it wasn’t exact. He was taller, his eyes lighter, and his hair fell longer, sweeping past his collar. The resemblance was uncanny, disorienting, like seeing a reflection she didn’t recognize.
Elara’s brain scrambled. How is this possible? she thought. It can’t be…he’s just…similar?
Her pulse quickened despite herself. Familiarity and confusion tangled in her chest. She’d felt something like this before, when she glimpsed a stranger with the same smile as her brother, or the same posture but never so strongly, never so immediate.
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