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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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-my heart skips, starts again and I'm holding the lifeless hand of the seer between my own. Again I try to call her back, try to heal one I care for, but she's gone and I allow her freedom. She's told me what I need to know. That I'm heading for failure.


My friends will die if I keep going. But what choice do I have?


"What did she show you?" I look up at Beckett, his grim face unreadable and shrug.


Ande sighs softly, the connection between us rippling. Did they see then? But they couldn't have or Beckett wouldn't have asked.


I rise, leaving the dead girl behind, leaving them all to follow as I travel the distance down the worn carpeting to the next doorway. The time device is here, it must be. In the same physical location. The humming is louder now, almost musical, vibrating up through my bones, making my jaw ache. But I welcome the sound. It means we've arrived, we're here.


Beckett's mind reaches through. This isn't right.


Chapter 121: What Is