For several seconds, Jude could not move.
The words on the photograph seemed to have burned themselves into his mind.
YOU ARE THE COPY.
The man sitting at the table watched him patiently, as though he had expected this reaction. He had Jude's face, Jude's voice, even the same small crease between his eyebrows that appeared whenever he was trying to understand something complicated.
But his expression was different.
He looked at Jude with the calm certainty of someone looking at an object that had finally been returned to its rightful owner.
"Come closer," he said.
Jude remained where he was.
"Who are you?"
The man glanced at the photograph.
"I believe you have already worked that out."
"I haven't."
"Then perhaps you should ask the children."
Jude turned towards the four Sols.
All four were watching him.
