The resemblance was uncanny.
Lady A's features, the way she carried herself—it all mirrored Alicia, the woman Rey had loved and lost. Memories of her flooded his mind, unbidden and painful. Alicia's laughter, her strength, her unwavering resolve… and the moment she was taken from him.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.
It couldn't be her.
Alicia was gone.
He had seen it with his own eyes. But the resemblance was too striking to ignore.
As Lady A continued walking, acknowledging the crowd with a slight nod, Rey found himself rooted to the spot. His mind raced with questions, but no answers came.
'Who the hell is she?'
And why did she look so much like the woman he thought he'd never see again?
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[Later That Day]
Several hours later, Rey received a summons to a briefing room.
