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The laboratory door crashed open, the violent sound shattering the quiet hum of machinery and sending a tremor through the glass beakers on the shelf. I turned, a sharp rebuke already forming, but my voice died. Standing in the doorway was a figure wearing Jayce's face—yet everything about him was wrong. His posture was broken, his eyes wide and fever-bright. Matted, filthy hair fell across a wild beard; his fine clothes were reduced to stained, torn rags. It was a grotesque, haunting mockery of the man I knew. My breath caught. 'Who… who are you?' I managed, the words wavering in the thick, disbelieving silence.