Chapter 8 · free to read
Voss did not hide which of us was which. He burned the question itself, so that neither answer could ever be checked.
Identical twins do not have identical prints. It is the one thing about us the world refuses to duplicate.
There are two men in this city with my face. The nineteen-year-old who signed away his own sleep was neither of them.
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