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Chapter 14 - SEVEN BROTHERSThe first shot shattered the light.

Darkness swallowed the cell.

Luca dragged Mara behind the concrete wall.

Damian returned fire.

Gabriel crawled toward the archive console.

Adam laughed.

“You can't stop the upload.”

Gabriel shouted:

“Neither can you!”

A second voice came from the corridor.

“That's where you're wrong.”

Mara froze.

Another man entered.

Same face.

Same voice.

Then another.

Then another.

Seven.

Seven identical men filled the corridor.

Mara felt dizzy.

Luca whispered:

“They're all copies.”

“No.”

Gabriel stared.

“Not copies.”

“What?”

“Versions.”

Mara looked at him.

“Versions of what?”

“The same man.”

“Anthony?”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Anthony was Version Zero.”

Mara's blood ran cold.

“Then who is the original?”

Gabriel looked at Mara.

“You.”

She stared.

“What?”

“Your memory pattern became the template.”

Mara shook her head.

“I don't understand.”

“You were the first human to stabilize the Mirror process.”

“The copies of Anthony were built using your neurological architecture.”

Luca looked stunned.

“That means…”

Gabriel nodded.

“Every version carries fragments of Mara.”

Mara looked at the seven men.

One of them looked at her with tears in his eyes.

Another smiled.

A third whispered:

“I remember the blue room.”

Mara backed away.

They all knew her.

One stepped forward.

“You taught me the elevator game.”

Another said:

“You cried when your mother disappeared.”

Another:

“You gave me your red toy car.”

Mara's hands shook.

“I never met you.”

“But we met you.”

Seven voices answered together:

“You just forgot.”

Gabriel shouted:

“Mara, the console!”

She ran.

A code appeared.

IDENTITY REQUIRED.

She placed her hand on the scanner.

The screen changed.

WELCOME, SUBJECT 2047.

Files flooded the monitor.

Names.

Dates.

Locations.

Thousands.

Mara stared.

“What is all this?”

Gabriel shouted:

“The people whose memories were taken.”

Luca looked at the screen.

“There's a name here.”

Mara turned.

His face went pale.

LUCA MORETTI.

Status:

DECEASED.

Luca stared.

“What?”

Mara scrolled.

Another file.

LUCA MORETTI: ORIGINAL BODY, TERMINATED.

She looked at him.

“You're not the original Luca.”

Luca's face changed.

“What am I?”

Gabriel answered:

“You're Version Three.”

Mara's breath stopped.

“That means…”

Luca looked at her.

“I've been a copy this whole time.”

No one spoke.

Then one of the seven men started laughing.

“You all thought this was about Anthony.”

He looked at Mara.

“It was always about you.”

The archive began uploading.

98%.

99%.

Mara stared at the progress bar.

100%.

The screen flashed.

UPLOAD COMPLETE.

Then every monitor in the building turned on.

Around the world, thousands of names appeared.

News sites.

Government servers.

Private databases.

Phone screens.

The truth was spreading.

Mara looked relieved.

Then the screen changed.

A single file appeared.

SUBJECT 2047: FINAL MEMORY.

She opened it.

A video played.

A four-year-old Mara stood in the elevator.

Gabriel stood beside her.

Rose was crying.

But behind them stood someone else.

Someone Mara had never expected to see.

Helen.

Alive.

Young.

And holding the newborn Luca.

Helen looked directly into the camera.

Then said:

“Everything happened exactly as I planned.”

Mara stared.

The video continued.

Helen turned to Gabriel.

“When Mara remembers, she becomes the only person who can identify the original.”

Gabriel asked:

“Who is the original?”

Helen smiled.

Then turned toward the camera.

Mara held her breath.

Helen said:

“Me.”

The screen went black.

Luca whispered:

“She was never your aunt.”

Mara stared into the darkness.

“What was she?”

Gabriel's voice trembled.

“The woman who created Project Mirror.”

Suddenly the hotel lights returned.

Every locked door opened.

Every elevator began moving.

And somewhere above them, a woman began applauding.

Slowly.

Three times.

Mara looked toward the stairwell.

Helen's voice echoed through the building.

May you like

“Come upstairs, Mara.”

“We have one last memory to discuss.”

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