They traced the network back through fake layers and dead ends until they found a face buried beneath code—an alias with familiar intervals. "Prometheus," Curtis said. The name landed like a dropped coin. It had weight.
It was older than he was—stones and steel stitched with neon veins, a place that remembered every promise he'd broken and every one he'd tried to keep. Starling City had changed names, faces, and fortunes, but it had always kept a corner where the desperate went when the cops and the courtrooms had nothing left to offer. They traced the network back through fake layers
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