"Who gave you that?"I didn't wait for him to answer. I grabbed Leo’s wrist. Hard. His skin felt like marble—no, like the glass on a high-end smartphone. Smooth. Unyielding. Under the surface, I could see the silver barcode pulsing. It wasn't a tattoo. It was a live feed."The board," Leo said. He didn't flinch. He didn't even look at his arm. He just kept staring at the briefcase. "They said you'd be difficult about the transition. They said you'd forget that the debt always has to be balanced.""I paid the debt." I shoved his arm away. My knuckles were white, shaking. The alcohol withdrawal was starting to bite, a cold tremor deep in my stomach. "The Ark is gone. The sleepers are dust. There is no board.""There's always a board, Ethan." Leo opened the briefcase.Inside wasn't money. It wasn't gold. It was a single, obsidian tablet. The screen was dark, but as Leo touched it, a series of coordinates flickered in violet light."The Ark was the distraction," Leo whispered. His voice w
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