The Fallen Sovereign
I. The gate closed behind me with a sound like a coffin lid. I stood on the sidewalk and blinked. Ten years of fluorescent lights and cinderblock walls, and the California sun hit me like a physical blow. The parking lot was empty except for a black sedan idling at the curb. A man in it rolled down the window when he saw me. He was maybe fifty, clean-shaven, wearing a suit that cost more than...
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