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Luca didn’t touch it. “I wasn’t at Celeste Tower.”

No one knew his real name. Some said he’d sold it to a crossroads demon. Others whispered he’d been born during a solar eclipse with a four-leaf clover in his fist. But the truth was stranger: Luca “Lucky” Venn had been the seventh test subject in a failed military project code-named “Rhapsody.” The project aimed to weaponize probability. Instead, it gave Luca a single, subtle power—he could nudge odds by exactly seven percent in his favor. Not much. Just enough. luckydog7

He stepped out into the storm.

“I know. But someone used your signature. Same M.O.—alarms glitch, cameras loop, and the only thing taken was a single chip from the high-roller vault.” She leaned closer. “They left this behind. With your name on it.” Luca didn’t touch it