MasukThe file Marcus placed on the table did not look dangerous.
No red stamps.
Just a thin, time-worn folder with a date stamped twenty-three years ago and a classification code that should not have survived multiple system migrations.
Nathaniel did not touch it at first.
He stood by the window of his office, Virex City spread below him in geometric obedience, and listened as Marcus finished his report.
“The incident was officially ruled an accident,” Marcus said. “Single-vehicle collision. Rain. Guardrail failure. Two adult fatalities. No surviving witnesses listed.”
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