And though he couldn't defeat the clone yet—yet—he knew it was only a matter of time.
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The clone twisted his lips into a faint smirk, clearly aware of Morca's thoughts, yet choosing not to comment.
There was something unsettling about that smile— calm, knowing, as if he had foreseen everything that would come next.
Morca's vision began to blur, shadows closing in like a heavy fog, and the last thing he saw before darkness consumed him was the clone's rare smile, serene and enigmatic. It felt like he was being told, "I know exactly what you're thinking."
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