Playing the Long Game: A Twin's Revenge

ys the golden child, adored by o

ed, watching from the porch as two smilin

erver, the next I was in the back of their van, the worl

ot my own, trapped with a clan of survivalists in the

is final trick. He swapped us back, instantly spinning a tal

elieved him, seeing only a damaged stranger. The

tray me so utterly? Why was I always

g the air, back in my childhood bed. It was t