Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor. I watched as Matteo guided Seraphina inside. She moved with that infuriating, unerring grace, her head high, believing she was stepping into a new role as an advisor. She believed the bridge she had built was sturdy. She would soon learn I controlled the foundations, and I could collapse them at will. She sat in a lone chair facing the black mirror, her hands folded in her lap, a picture of serene anticipation. She was ready to listen, to analyze, to counsel. I turned away from the mirror and picked up the secure line, dialing the number she had provided. The Cardinal answered on the second ring, his voice a practiced, unctuous baritone. “Your Eminence,” I began, my tone devoid of deference. “Lucian Moretti. I trust you’ve had a c
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