Kingston's central hall. The towering glass dome fractured the remaining rain-light into cold, scattered flecks across the marble floor.
Darcy stood at the center of the hall, the frigid air cutting across her skin. The cold sweat on her back had soaked through her shirt. The old wound deep in her left shoulder throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, as if tiny bolts of electricity were crackling through her bones.
"First question. Is Darcy Clark your birth name?"
The Grand Elder's staff struck the stone floor, his voice landing like a hammer blow.
"Last night, the risk control gateway was nearly breached. Kingston's core data came within inches of being leaked. And yet, we've searched every archive on the continent. There is no record of the name 'Darcy Clark' anywhere. No birth regist
