They say spies don’t break; they adapt, vanish, and improvise. Whoever said that never got trapped behind enemy lines with half a syndicate at their back and no exit plan.My name’s Sofia Kane. Special Forces, seconded to Intelligence Command two years ago. Codename: Wraith. I was supposed to be invisible.I’ve been undercover in Moscow for three months, watching, listening, and pretending to be someone forgettable. I’d mapped every connection the Petrov Syndicate had to military smuggling, traced shipments, photographed ledgers, and sent enough intel home to cripple their network.Until last night. One mistake, one wrong face in the mirror, and someone recognized me. Now my safe house is gone, my contact’s dead, and the mission’s blown. Extraction was supposed to happen at 0400. It’s past that now, and no one’s coming.So, I’m running through the woods, the cold, and the ghosts of every failed op I’ve ever survived. I’m running because the alternative is a bullet in the snow and my n
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