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The Genius

The Genius

  My hands shook as I took the picture from Samantha. I felt a lot of things–sadness, relief, excitement–but most of all I felt betrayed. Once, he had not existed. Once, I had been the one to create him; I had been the prime mover. Then, as we hunted him down, I had been forced … Lire la suite