Arjun Mehra he Shadow Broadcast By Arjun Mehra Part 1 – The Leak Rain glazed the pavements of London in a silver film that distorted neon into restless pools of color. At three in the morning, the newsroom of the Daily Standard lay deserted except for Eleanor Hart, who hunched over her terminal with the exhausted determination of someone unwilling to surrender to sleep. She had been chasing a dead lead on parliamentary lobbying, convinced that hidden money had been funneling itself into the corridors of Westminster. But the screen in front of her no longer displayed budget spreadsheets or…
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Aarav Knight The Forgotten Map The ocean has its own language, a shifting alphabet of waves and whispers that few can read. Daniel Rourke had spent five years staring at satellite screens, translating that secret script into data points for his employers in London, yet nothing in his training prepared him for what flickered across his monitor on a warm October night. The feed came from an aging satellite repositioned over the Gulf of Aden, a trade route he had studied a hundred times before, but tonight the images were different. Grainy silhouettes of three fast-moving skiffs traced dark streaks…
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Rhea Narayan 1 The rain hadn’t stopped in three days. London’s sky, swollen and sullen, pressed down on the city like a secret too heavy to bear. In a dimly lit lab tucked into the corner of King’s College, Dr. Ayesha Kapoor sat hunched over her laptop, the soft hum of servers the only sound interrupting the storm’s murmur. Her fingers hovered over a USB drive, its scratched casing labeled in smudged black ink: Lazarus. She hadn’t touched it in five years—not since Geneva. Not since she walked away from everything. The screen blinked awake, casting a bluish pallor across…