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He watched her, this perfect clone of a woman he loved long ago. Her flowing brown hair, glowing olive skin. She was dressed casually, but in that chic way that would not look out of place at a party.
Debating with himself, he wondered - could it be? The resemblance was identical, too much to even be called uncanny. No, it couldn't be Katherine: Katherine Pierce was dead. Besides, she would not dress in that casual way, she always had to be the centre of attention.
He should have walked away, but curiosity prevailed. He had to find out. Right now.