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"That's the third time this week, Jimmy," Lois said, shoving her phone in my face. "Three different people with the exact same retinal pattern. It's not a glitch. It's a clone glitch."

That left me. Jimmy Olsen. With a broken camera, a half-eaten donut, and a terrifying idea. Mis aventuras con Superman 2x3

"A clone?" She laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering on a coffin lid. "Honey, that's not a clone. That's a revenant . Someone stuffed a dead Kryptonian template with the rage of a hundred lost souls. The big guy in blue can punch it. I have to unravel it." "That's the third time this week, Jimmy," Lois

We entered the Spire. The lobby was a mess of shattered glass and frozen security guards—literally frozen. Ice crystals crept up the walls. In the center, Lois was tied to a chair, arguing with the clone. It's a clone glitch