Portia’s heart slammed against her ribs. One second it was just another family picture, the next it was something impossible. A face she knew from history books, campaign posters, television screens—standing right behind them, half-turned, mid-stride. The photographer’s laugh broke first, sharp and disbelieving, like she’d accidentally caught a ghost on cam… Continues…
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