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THE NEXT DAY, MORGAN stood at the window in Director Marietti’s office, looking out over the tourists in Trafalgar Square as he wound up his phone call.
This was the public section of ARKANE, where meetings with outsiders happened, but most of the complex lay under the Square, people walking above, unaware of the secrets kept below. It was a long way from the Bay at the Back of the Ocean and what Morgan had seen in the whirling vortex of blood and boiling waves.
The Valkyrie’s body had been found washed up on the beach at dawn, her hair bleached completely white, her face frozen in a rictus of horror. Had she glimpsed the realm of Ragnarok at the end? Had she seen the warriors waiting to storm back onto the earth for the final battle?
ARKANE had a team of divers searching for the Ey
