Chapter 147
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-05-25 23:17:40

Oliver’s boots tapped softly on the cold black floor. The hallway stretched ahead, long and dark, with walls made of smooth black stone.

The torches on the sides flickered slowly, like they were tired. Each flame gave off just enough light to show the next few steps.

The air was heavy. Quiet. Too quiet.

Oliver kept walking, eyes on the other figure ahead, the figure that looked just like him.

His heart beat fast. Thump. Thump. Thump.

He tried to speak again, but his voice caught in his throat. The other Oliver, the copy, just stood there, smiling that strange, empty smile. His eyes were dark, like pits. No light in them. No soul.

Finally, Oliver found his voice.

“Who… are you?”

The other Oliver tilted his head slowly, like a puppet moved by strings.

“I am you,” he said. “But broken.”

The real Oliver took a step back. “That’s not possible. You’re a trick.”

The fake one nodded. “Yes. And no.”

The torches behind Oliver flickered, then went out. One by one. Darkness crept closer from beh
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