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Chapter 23 The Bait
The jet cut through the night like a silver blade. Montenegro's jagged mountains fell away behind them, swallowed by the dark.
Ava sat rigid in her seat, arms folded tight across her chest. The files she'd pulled from Volkov's servers burned in her mind-images of women with her face, her smile, her life.
Clones. Replacements. A project named af
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