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His Last Fire
The train rocked gently as it cut through the Swiss countryside, slicing between mountains and fog. Julian sat alone in the last car, his reflection in the glass faint and hollow. The morning light painted him in fragments half-shadow, half-man, like someone unfinished.Geneva waited beyond the hills, beautiful and cold, the kind of city that pretended to be innocent. Somewhere inside its steel veins, The Requiem Initiative lived Bellgrave’s last mutation, the one his mother hadn’t been able to destroy.He closed his eyes, Helena’s voice whispering from memory. “Truth doesn’t die, Julian. It just finds a new name.”He opened them again, watching the world blur by. “Then I’ll find this one,” he murmured, “and burn it too.”The city greeted him with quiet precision. Geneva was order disguised as grace mirrors and money, secrets that smiled in daylight. Julian walked the streets in a gray coat and dark gloves, blending into the calm like another ghos
The Silence After the Fire
The hotel by Lake Zurich smelled of new rain and disinfectant. The sky was pale gray, the kind of color that didn’t belong to any season. Julian sat by the window, shirt unbuttoned, his shoulder wrapped in gauze where the glass had cut him. The city outside moved like nothing had happenedtrams clanging, people laughing, the world unaware that something powerful had just been erased.Lila stirred on the bed behind him, the faint rustle of sheets the only sound. She’d barely spoken since the explosion. For hours, they’d just sat there, breathing the same air, trying not to think about what came next.“Did anyone see us leave?” she asked quietly.Julian shook his head. “No one saw anything. The fire took care of it.”She sat up, her hair tumbling over her face. “And the files?”He glanced at the envelope on the table half burned, sealed with tape. “What’s left of them.
The Silence After the Fire
The hotel by Lake Zurich smelled of new rain and disinfectant. The sky was pale gray, the kind of color that didn’t belong to any season. Julian sat by the window, shirt unbuttoned, his shoulder wrapped in gauze where the glass had cut him. The city outside moved like nothing had happenedtrams clanging, people laughing, the world unaware that something powerful had just been erased.Lila stirred on the bed behind him, the faint rustle of sheets the only sound. She’d barely spoken since the explosion. For hours, they’d just sat there, breathing the same air, trying not to think about what came next.“Did anyone see us leave?” she asked quietly.Julian shook his head. “No one saw anything. The fire took care of it.”She sat up, her hair tumbling over her face. “And the files?”He glanced at the envelope on the table half burned, sealed with tape. “What’s left of them.
Zurich...
Zurich shimmered beneath a sheet of winter rain, glass towers bending their reflections into the lake. The city was too clean, too polished, a place where power wore silence instead of gold. Julian stepped off the train with nothing but a worn leather bag and the ghost of Helena’s voice in his mind One last fire.He moved like a man who’d done this before: unnoticed, uninvited, unafraid. The streets smelled of coffee and old money, the kind of wealth that never dirtied its hands, only its history.He checked into a small inn off Bahnhofstrasse under a new name Daniel Kade.The woman at the counter smiled politely. “Business or pleasure, sir?”“Neither,” he said. “Just passing through.”His room overlooked the river. From the window, he could see the spire of the Bellgrave annex rising against the gray sky. The Foundation had moved its operations here aft
Where the Sea Ends
The waves hit the cliffs in slow, uneven bursts, dragging foam up the rocks before falling back into themselves. Morning sunlight bled through the mist, touching what remained of the Ardmore estate just a wound carved into stone now, nothing more than memory and salt.Julian stood alone at the edge. His coat whipped against his legs, his hair damp with rain and sweat. Every part of him ached, but not in ways pain could fix. Behind him, smoke rose from the rubble faint, silver, vanishing as the sea wind took it.He’d buried too many things in that house: his mother, his past, his name. And now, Elias Bellgrave.He thought that would be enough. It wasn’t.The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn. Lila was there, her hair tangled, her face pale but steady. She walked toward him through the fog, her boots leaving shallow prints in the mud that the tide would soon erase.“You shouldn’t have followed
The House by the Cliffs
The storm rolled over the horizon like something ancient trying to find its way home. The road to the Ardmore coast was little more than a vein of mud and gravel, and the air was thick with the taste of salt. Julian’s headlights cut through the fog, each turn of the wheel pulling him closer to the place where it had all begun.The house by the cliffs came into view just before dawn silent, skeletal, and half-consumed by the sea wind. The roof sagged inward, windows shattered, ivy crawling up the blackened stone. Helena’s words echoed in his head with every step he took: There’s a file under my name.He stopped at the broken gate, the metal cold beneath his palm. For a moment, the rain stopped, and all he could hear was the ocean below, churning against the rocks. He remembered this sound from childhood before everything burned, before his name became a weapon.Julian pushed open the front door. The hinges screamed. Inside, the air was damp, thick with mold and memory. His boots le
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