human
Narrator:  Two bodies, the assassin and her target, lay next to each other on the floor. It was as if time had stopped; the corpses weren’t going anywhere, of course, but the remaining servants were terrified of making even a single wrong move. If any of them made a sound, time might start moving again, and then this might all be their fault. Such was the strange but overwhelming certainty that gripped the servants and kept them from acting.
gpt
Another Girl:  “What, what? Is the assassin dead, too?” The girl who appeared in the doorway of the dining hall regarded the two bodies with something close to boredom. At her appearance and her question, the faces in the room became masks of astonishment. For the girl was identical to their mistress, the one who was now dead of poison. No—not quite identical.
human
Narrator:  The girl crossed her arms and looked down at her collapsed doppelgänger. She certainly bore a striking resemblance to the dead child, but when they were side by side, it was possible to detect certain differences in the finer details of their faces.