The Puppet Master
The letter arrived at sunrise. I found it on my desk, slipped under the door sometime during the night. A single sheet of paper. No return address. No postmark. Just my name scrawled across the front in elegant handwriting. I opened it carefully, my instincts screaming that something was wrong. The message was short. Simple. Devastating. Leon Cross. You've been fighting the wrong enemy this whole time. The Shepherd. Ezra. Senator Cross. General Webb. Cassandra. Stone. Lena. Alderman. They were all pawns. Pieces on a chessboard. I am the one who's been moving them. I am the one who built the equation. I am the one who controls everything. You want to know who I am? Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone. Or everyone you love will die. I stared at the letter for a long moment
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