New York, Wall Street — Tuesday, 00:47 (06:47 in Rome)
Sarah Goldstein, vice president at Goldman Sachs and one of the most influential
evangelical Christians in Manhattan, stepped out of her private elevator into her
penthouse.
She hadn't slept well in a week. A stranger had sent her old X-rays: in her spine
appeared an osseous mark identical to the third seal, the black horse with the scales.
She entered her office, opened the Bible to Revelation 6:5–6, and read aloud.
The landline rang. Private number.
"Yes?"
A woman's voice—soft and icy—answered:
"Miss Goldstein, the price of wheat has just gone up. It's time to pay."
All of Manhattan went dark.
A drone approached her window and dropped a black envelope. Inside was an ancient
bronze scale and a note:
"Go to the rooftop if you want to live."
She went up.
On the rooftop, a man in a white Venetian mask waited with a red-hot iron shaped like
the black horse. Sarah fell to her knees.
"Please… I am a daughter of God…"
The man smiled beneath the mask.
"That is precisely why you were chosen."And pressed the burning iron to her chest.
At 00:53, the lights came back on.
On the rooftop lay the body of Sarah Goldstein, the third seal scorched over her heart.
In Rome, the countdown on Father Elías's laptop changed:
00:03:23:07
Three days and 23 hours remain
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