Bound By A Borrowed Heart
"Can't believe I followed this person."
I scroll through TrueCanvas's page with my hands going cold. The pieces aren't exact copies, they're close enough to create doubt but different enough to avoid obvious plagiarism.
Whoever did this studied my work, understood it, and built a shadow version designed to make the original look like the copy. It's not sloppy, it’s well done, surgical.
The anonymous DM from last week flashes in my head. "Beautiful work. But is it really yours?"
It’s the same person. They sent the warning shot, then built the weapon. I pace around the room, wondering why and for what gain? I pick up my phone and call Laurel and my voice is trembling.