Chapter 15 - The Final Truth
The rhythmic humming tune drifted slowly out from the ruined stairwell access, cutting through the crackle of distant flames like a razor blade. Clara stopped dead in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly turned around to face the dark doorway. Mark froze beside her on the concrete, his hands dropping slowly from his face as he stared in absolute disbelief. Stepping out of the shadows of the stairwell, completely unharmed and wearing a fresh blue t-shirt, was Toby. He wasn't crying, nor was he panicked. He walked with a calm, deliberate stride, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as he looked directly into Clara's wide, terrified eyes.
"The simulation was a complete success, Mom," Toby said in a clear, adult-sounding voice that carried no trace of a young boy's innocence.
Clara staggered backward, her back hitting the cold chain-link perimeter fence of the rooftop.
"Toby... how... how are you here?" Clara stammered, her voice trembling violently. "The helicopter... you were inside!"
"I told you, Clara," a smooth, calm voice echoed from the shadows behind the boy.
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Dr. Alan Vance stepped out into the dim light. He wasn't bleeding, nor did he look like a man who had just escaped a burning aircraft. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with absolute composure, a cold, satisfie
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