FictionMaria Arena awakens in a cloning vat streaked with drying blood. She has no memory of how she died. This is new; before, when she had awakened as a new clone, her first memory was of how she died.more
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"Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo."
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