MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
I looked at the screen, then at Winnie.
“What is it, Silas?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“The sequence,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “It isn’t just a match, Winnie. It’s an identical twin. You aren’t just a descendant of the Weavers. You are a biological continuation of Primrose. You were created in this room, centuries ago, and kept in stasis until the bloodlines were ready.”
Winnie stepped back, her face pale. “No… that’s not possible. I have memories… my parents, my childhood in the village…”
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