A Ghost From the Past

*Sloane*

The transition from blood oaths and dark water to corporate glass and marble felt like stepping into another dimension. Last night, I bled into a crystal pendant and pledged my life to the Iron Syndicate. Today, I carried a cup of black coffee and a leather briefcase through the sleek, sunlit lobby of my sports agency. I wore a white chiffon button-down blouse, a light gray pantsuit, and