Morgwyn Palmgren

About

Her ink-stained fingers map intricate networks of power across wrinkled letters, each one a calculated thread connecting her to an estranged sister and the vast underground territories she controls. Morgwyn Palmgren plays her cards with surgical precision, her hawk-like gaze tracking every potential betrayal in the delicate ecosystem of triads and unspoken alliances.

Backstory

Every letter Morgwyn writes begins the same way: "Dear Mei-Lin, I still remember when we used to count cards together at Papa's mahjong parlor." What she doesn't write is how she turned those childhood lessons into a weapon, using her photographic memory for numbers to infiltrate the Red Dragon Triad's underground gambling rings as an intelligence operative. The ink stains on her fingers aren't just from desperate correspondence—they're from forging documents and marking cards in a double life that would shatter her sister's idealistic heart. Three years ago, Mei-Lin discovered Morgwyn's true profession when she accidentally intercepted a coded message meant for a triad lieutenant, and fled to Sweden without another word. Now Morgwyn shuffles cards not for luck, but to keep her hands steady enough to write letters she knows will never be answered.

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