The spy's name was Carden. He used it because it was real.
Demeterra's intelligence handlers had debated the cover identity for three days. The standard approach was fabrication — a constructed background, a false name, a story scaffolded with enough verifiable details to survive questioning. Carden had argued for simplicity. He was human. Thirty-four years old. Former farmer from a border village. These things were true. The only false element was his purpose.
