The Symbiote Protocol
The Symbiote Protocol I. The mirror showed him something that was not quite Edmund Ashworth. He knew this the way a man knows his own breath—instinctively, without questioning it. The face in the glass had his own features: the same aquiline nose inherited from three generations of English gentlemen, the same close-cropped hair that his wife Eleanor had trimmed herself on their wedding day, the...
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