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55: The Sovereign Hand

Author: Lola's Write
last update publish date: 2026-02-08 23:08:21

POV: Leo Dante Moretti

The descent from the Jura Mountains was swifter than the climb. As the black SUV carved through the thinning mist of the lower altitudes, the weight of the "Phoenix" sat in my pocket not as a piece of hardware, but as a tectonic shift in the hierarchy of the world. I had done what my father, the Butcher, would have found distasteful, and what my father, the Auditor, would have found dangerous. I had weaponized the ghost.

I looked out the window at the flickering lights of
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