The new leader of the Reclamation Front had no face and no name, and the only person who knew anything about him was a courier who had been found wandering the border territories with his memory partially erased.
Marcus stood in the medical wing of the Spire, watching through a one-way window as Dr. Okonkwo examined the man. He was young—early twenties at most—with the lean build of someone who had grown up in the Blindspots and the hollow eyes of someone who had seen something he couldn't unsee. His hands trembled. His voice, when he spoke, was barely a whisper. And his memory, according to Selene's initial neural scans, had been deliberately scrambled by a conditioning protocol that was older than the Aegis.
"His name is Dax," Leo said, reading from his portable terminal. "No relation
