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CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

Luck is with us. We catch Chime alone as she leaves the main group where they huddle around a fire. They were easy to find, loud and still animal-like no matter how much healing Solo's done. I know we're on limited time. The Crawlers could be on us at any moment, but the sight of Chime rising from the circle and coming toward where we hide in the dark holds me still.


I'm the one to grab her, my hand over her mouth. Her eyes are wide, the light of the distant fire shining on the whites. She stinks of burned meat and wood smoke, enough to make me gag, but I shove aside my revulsion and knock her to her knees.


She doesn't fight, doesn't scream, holds up her hands instead. Soft sobs emerge as she reaches for me, clutching at my pant legs. I've seen her angry, afraid, arrogant, but never weak. Until now.


"I didn't know." Her whisper is hoarse and heavy, a terrible sound. "I swear, Trio. I didn't."


Chapter 106: Traitor