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The café was plunged into a sepulchral silence while the unknown woman stared at me with wild eyes, as if she had seen a ghost. Her face had turned paper white.
-What's going on? Who are you?
The woman shook her head frantically, backing up a step.
-I-It's not possible... You... You are identical...
A shiver ran down my spine - had she mistaken me for someone?
I was about to demand an explanation when she let out a gasp, pointing a trembling finger at me.
-The scar! You have the same scar as my husband on your neck!
Instinctively, I brought my hand to the scarred skin under my jaw. An old memory of a throat surgery many years ago.
An unimportant case I never mentioned.
But she knew, how could it be?
-Who the hell are you,” I cried, jumping to my feet.
But the woman had already rushed out of the café, her eyes wild with horror, as if she had seen a specter walk among the living.