The days turned into weeks as we studied Thorne’s confession. Beneath the Inner Circle lay a tangled web of operatives, couriers, and loyalists — all answering to unseen authority. And above them all, untouched and untraceable, stood three: The Hand, The Voice, and The Soul.
"Their titles are all we have," Kaelen murmured one evening, spreading a network map across the study floor. "No names. No faces. Only roles. Thorne dealt with The Voice. If we can find the channel through which orders are sent… we find the person."
It took ten days of tracing communications, coded messages, and dead-drop locations before a pattern emerged. Every command, every instruction, every threat traced back to one source — a radio station. A small, obscure frequency broadcasting poetry and classical music at
