Madelyne?
"No, that can't be right," he said, shaking his head. He wanted the figure of that woman to disappear when he stopped, but she didn't just disappear.
"Madelyne Pryor is dead."
He stood up and, although slightly unsure of himself, clenched his fists and settled his eyes into a glare. He tried to ignore the sense of familiarity.
"Who are you?"
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