The Mirror Ledger
The air in the basement of the Global Sovereign Trust smelled of recycled oxygen and desperation. Leo sat in a cubicle that was less a workspace and more a sensory deprivation chamber, flanked by gray fabric walls and the rhythmic, oppressive hum of servers that processed trillions of dollars in a heartbeat. To the world, Leo was a ghost—a Level 4 Audit Specialist whose primary function was to...
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